It was just a button. Barry Pries had expected something grander - a lever that went BEEEEOOOOooooowwwwwmmmmm, an intricate series of keys to be turned in a specific pattern, a throttle bar. Alas, no... The initiation sequence that would drop the experimental craft he was piloting out of this universe and into a neighboring one … Continue reading Day Forty-Three – Oubliette
Daze of the Weak
Day Forty-Two – Pleasure Makes My Hands Smell Like Silly Putty
Jack hates white rooms. It's some cosmic joke that Jack's job is to sit in a white room and connect dots. The door to Jack's room opens and Irving Sandler waddles in carrying a stack of paper balanced in the crook of one arm while he tries to shut the door with the other. Jack … Continue reading Day Forty-Two – Pleasure Makes My Hands Smell Like Silly Putty
Day Thirty-Three – The Mysteries of Porcine Aeronautics and You
I've not written an Inner Wild piece in a while. I'm not sure where this fits, or what planet this is on, or who Meretricious Mandy really is. I just know she's a Solarian, and I know why they call her Meretricious Mandy. --- Limping back from a long day on the hunt, Meretricious Mandy … Continue reading Day Thirty-Three – The Mysteries of Porcine Aeronautics and You
