~~~Prompt: Ringwall~~~
~~~Title: Broken Ringwall~~~

He went through his mantra once again.  Build it up around your mind.  Make strong it strong.  Do not allow the alien to breach it.  Make a formidable ringwall.

He entered the stark room with the obviously female alien.  It was amazing how much they looked like humans.  Right down to their…He felt a ( Read more... )

Golden (Prompt: nanoparticle)I'm in your circle, a nanoparticle on the edge. Do you notice me? There are many closer to you, but there's that magnetic something that keeps me in orbit around you. Some relationships are one and one, and there are some cliquish groups of six or eight. Every so often, I'm invited to visit another circle, but I can't ( Read more... )

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Version 2.0

“Mommy Alpha worked hard to install that chip in you for increased computing speed. She can’t upgrade herself. Her systems are outdated and incompatible.”

“But why is she so mean?”

“Because her programs have a bug. She doesn’t mean it. Plug the chip back in your head…Come here, and give Mommy Beta a hug.”

XX+XX=

“But how? We’re two women!”

“Ah, I love that about you, Honey; you’re so 21st century. Your mom taught you about the birds and the bees, but she should have included the Komodo dragons. No worries, though--I ordered this PBS program for us to watch together tonight.”

“Parenting the Parthenogenetic Child?”

They’d done this repair job a googolplex times before. Yolanda inserted her cuprate hand into the circuitry; Gloria inserted her liquid nitrogen one. Current should have begun flowing again. Bzzst! Yolanda yanked them both from the electrical flame’s way. On the floor, in each other’s arms for the first time, they saw more sparks flying.

Under Her Skin

She screwed the skin flap back onto Maria’s forearm. “False readings, you say? I don’t see anything wrong with your emoderm panel. But, I see it’s acting up, registering in the reds-excitement, anxiety, unrest-when there’s no stimulus around. Just me and you sitting here. Anything bothering…” Maria’s lips prevented hers from saying “ ( Read more... )

“Can I offer you a vent?”

“Got one.” She flashed her vial.

“A drink?”

“Sorry, not interested.”

He followed her gaze across the protoplanetary nebular lounge.

“Come on, him? I’m better-looking than that guy. What’s he got that I haven’t got?”

“You might be better-looking than him, but you’re not better-looking than her.”