The knife hilt comforts you. It blends with you in your descent into madness, working faster and faster. The colorless flesh alternates with sliced potatoes and onions, and you find an obscene beauty in the dark holiness of fries.
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g astronomic Location: In the Perseus Arm, on the far side of the Galactic Center from Earth Cuisine: Cosmic fusion Currently: open Opinion... -
“You have a time machine?” Arthur Wilbur looked more CPA than angel investor: five-six, wire-rimmed glasses, bow tie, tweed jacket. Dina, a... -
Like everyone else, Tim guarded his Social Score. On the table in front of him, his phone was well within listening distance. The Irish Ba... -
As she climbed the warped boards of the front steps, fumbling with her keys, he emerged from the bushes with a sharp crunch of leaves. “You ... -
“Using hyperlight velocities we could telegraph into the past.” - Albert Einstein, 1910 “What the hell?” Lyra blinked at her terminal as ... -
On long winter evenings, the Nelsons went off chasing the moon. Sarah was old enough to buckle herself in—though it was a bit tricky while ...
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