There was just something about West Island that made Greg Bishop smile. Unlike East Island, built out to emulate peak United States culture from the last two decades of the 2nd Millennium CE, West Island was devoid of tall buildings and grid-like roads. West Island boasted some of the largest tracts of preserved wilderness left … Continue reading Day Forty-Four – Honey
Daze of the Weak
Day Forty-Three – Oubliette
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
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
