Junior come runnin' in from the yard an' I knew somethin' was up. "Papa!" he shouted, all outta breath-like. "There's a stranger out on th'road. He sure is dressed funny ( Read more... )

Somewhere in the dark trans-Martian asteroids ( Read more... )

Seven years later,
Author joins the Space Baby;
Finds it's full of stars.

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For consideration: Rama swings around the backside of the sun and into the cold void

"No greater curse in the Universe exists than knowing what the future brings."

- Ghallagher, Contemplations 110.4

"If you're hearing the sound of my voice today, you're going to be dead tomorrow. Don't feel bad. You all deserve it."

- Ghallagher's Final Sermon

Submitted to the Convocation by Ambassadite TwillIt is difficult to link the ( Read more... )

One will orbit, lost alone
Two will make a human home
Three will guide the pilgrims route
Four will bristle, weapons out
Five will wallow, world of ash
Six will dig from under trash
Seven will party, rich to buy
Eight will learn too much and die

- Chant of Eights (Eschaton Juvenalians)

Sweet Melikik, I hardly knew ye ( Read more... )

And thus the Gods decreed:

Now shall you go Out

in every direction
    to every distant star
    on every planet
  Now shall you go Out

like seeds from the blossom
    like fish to the sea
    like shadows cast by the sun
  Now shall you go Out
    with your flesh you shall multiply ( Read more... )

Well, he's very old, you understand? The reason he doesn't talk to the furniture is because, for most of his life, furniture didn't know how to do what you tell it. Almost nothing did, not even cars. When he was growing up, you drove a car yourself, with your own hands! Yes, it *was* very dangerous. People got killed all the time but they did it ( Read more... )

Sometimes, at the end of a day, as I look up at the shattered remains of the moon and smell the tangy metallic char coming off the hills, as I look out over the wastefires that dot the dry basin of the former Pacific as far as the eye can see, as I feel that vibrant tingle on my skin that only industrial rain can bring, I think back to the days of ( Read more... )

I guess it's sort of funny, really, how much better it is once you stop fighting the inevitable and simply succumb to it instead. It's not the fear of death that's so horrible, you know. It's hope that's the problem-- the vain hope that somehow you can do something to stop what has already happened. Once you give that up, it's so easy. Once you ( Read more... )

Claim: Certain star systems towards the galactic rim are infested with a warm-blooded mammalian species that can enter your flux-pod when you vent waste

Status: True

Example: [collected via strandular lightband, Threephase 31094]

A friend of mine recently skimmed a four-star volatiles regen survey and while he was deep-listening from the outer ( Read more... )