Amber
Game over, perhaps for all eternity. The universe is full of mysteries, but those mysteries are empty without the love of the other half.
Game over, perhaps for all eternity. The universe is full of mysteries, but those mysteries are empty without the love of the other half.
Jack Bearing, the biochemist who discovered Xylem-28, was televised aboard the inaugural flight, watching proudly as the faint red dust of promised renewal was released over the ashen scar that had been the heart of the Amazon rainforest.
Blame in on Pokémon, I guess. It wasn’t long before people started pitting their adopted fusion beasts against each other in brutal, sometimes confused and grimly hilarious, oft-lethal battles.
Miguel is my greatest challenge yet, and I am determined to win his mind back to reality, at least enough to make him once again functional and cognizant of his true self. He terrifies me more, I admit, than any other patient I’ve had.
I waited there, speaking aloud to the room a bit, asking for any presences to make themselves known–telling them, even, that I searched only for company. Connection. A simple chat.
When the craft did arrive a few days later, their first act was a show of force, in which they vaporized 80% of the Siberian forests in a matter of minutes, having determined that there were no bananas being cultivated there. Earth’s military option was quickly dropped.
As though our visitor had tailored its request based on some vision of all those possible futures, exactly one million, just as it had asked for, volunteered with this same act of free will, the same commitment of spirit, to be exchanged for the healing of our blasted and dying home world.
I was elated to have my story, The Night Side, published last week in the inaugural issue of Fatal Flaw Literary Magazine (Vol 1: Dystopia). You can find the story here, and I encourage anyone reading to check out the full issue of this exciting new magazine. I hunted around Read more…