What The Watcher Saw

Tall wooden walls, stark white and unadorned, mark out a simple quadrangle under an open-beam ceiling. Late morning sun leaks into the space through narrow horizontal windows set high up in the eaves. Lower down, a couple panes of ...
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Guardian

Brin is awake without perceptible transition, lying on a stone shelf with Narregan behind her. One of his arms is draped, sheltering her in his sleep. His breath stirs the small hairs on her neck. The dreamless suspension that ...
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The Bones of It

Her nav signals its disconnect from the trac pattern and glides the vehicle onto a well-maintained surface road. She resumes manual and squints into the middle distance ahead for a glimpse of something she’s never actually seen before. It’s ...
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Crows Come Around

Cast your gaze down here, if you will, and see the lone figure whose trail leads him through rolling treelined corridors. He remembers the smell of this damp earth. He’s been in this country before, at least two lifetimes ...
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Small Worlds Collide

Recumbent in the van’s open side panel, a cushion between her back and the door post, Ruby is content to wait for the next scene in the unfolding mystery story her life has become. To go out seeking pieces ...
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A Warrior’s Perspective

When first I am awakened from that dreamless torpor to which we had abandoned ourselves, I sense time has passed, but not how much of it, and that beyond the stony vault sheltering us, the world has changed. It ...
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Tradition & Obligation

Jonas watches the uniformed man return to his sleek, metallic buggy. Its odd, wing-like doors close with a hushed solidity and the conveyance moves away under its own queer, whirring power. The dogs complete a couple exuberant revolutions around ...
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Pojade

The images displayed are as sharp and clear as the best law enforcement recorders can generate under the circumstances and the burly brown bear peering over the shoulder of a somber technician is experiencing an unaccustomed level of anxiety. ...
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LocUS

Remert

The private office of the Director of Advanced Concepts Methodic might be likened to a monk’s cell in a mountainside cloister. It is a compact, windowless space relieved from stone in the fashion of his Society ...
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Remert’s Perspective

The door to Remert’s private office snaps back into the pocket behind the armoire and the Director’s hurried exit is blocked. The Deputy Director is an unwelcome obstacle to egress. “I have business elsewhere,” Remert says. ...
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The Lens

“D’kin Remert. Why has it taken you so long to respond to my summons?” “Lord Shiric, I… ” Remert swallows a knot, fear and elation at war within, held at bay by an effort of will. ...
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Adventures in the Non-local Quantum Hologram

Komila Chandra

The Bean Counter’s atmosphere is bright without glare and just crowded enough at any time to suggest the site’s quiet popularity. Komila is seated, as is her custom most days, alone at a small high-top near a street-side window, cup in one hand, foldie in the other, scanning headlines without much interest. ...
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Taquo

Taquo — Terraquasphere one The ocean, temperamental, pacific in name only, reaches to meet a hazy, gray horizon. Wind has churned the surface into white-capped folds marching without cadence across an open expanse. Braced against a force that cannot touch him, Denny stands within the encircling transparency of the greatroom watching breakers ...
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The Veep

Located on the White House premises, just across West Executive Avenue from the West Wing, is an imposing structure, a grandiose architectural monstrosity Mark Twain once referred to as “the ugliest building in America”. Situated within the Eisenhower Executive Office Building, among a host of other executive branch agencies and staff, is ...
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Dashel’s Interview

Rain pelts against the clearwall with muted fury as Denny reenters what many still refer to as “the Real world”. Euphemisms abound. “Eric, the interview with Benn and young Mr. Crippen,” Denny says. “Are they ready to initiate?” “Benn is staging the applicant now. Another couple minutes.” “I’ll wait for them inside.” ...
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PART TWO

Day One

LocUS

Pruitt’s Enlightenment

The limousine whispers in low and slow over the terrace garden treetops and hovers in defiance of its streamlined mass. Landing pins extrude and, with a lazy pirouette, it settles onto the pad without recoil. ...
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Mr. Gray

More than twice the height of the Space Needle, the LocUS Tower is the tallest structure in the elongated Seattle/Sound ganglia. The office of the LocUS Chief Executive, Pruitt’s office, is perched at the Tower’s ...
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Margret’s Last Day At Work

Margaret’s uniform is in an odd state of disarray, as though she’s attempted to contort herself out of its utilitarian confines without success. Slumped back against the toilet tank, her heels are tapping out an ...
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Transit

The plunge from sub-orbit is a turbulent downward pitch complete with all the rage and heat of atmospheric re-entry. The pressors could have slowed the descent to minimize the friction and buffeting, but speed was ...
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The D’nal’s Tour

The simple familiarity of the passageway’s shape pleases the D’nal as he treads the length of it with the long-absent missionary at his elbow. Towering almost fifty centimeters above Remert, the D’nal has no need ...
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The D’nal’s Briefing

Pruitt and H’seven stand together in silence at the wide transparency of the outer wall. The Miles reach out from their viewpoint, just beneath the mesa rim, to a distant, uniform haze. Pruitt’s features exhibit ...
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Interstice

Dashel’s First Day – pt 1

Barney called it his apartment, an old, single-wide mobile home, no longer mobile, blocked up in back of Mrs. Palmer’s house. Still in decent shape inside and out, it had ...
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Dashel’s First Day – pt 2

Barney’s runabout was a sleek, kit-built, three-wheel two-seater. It rolled out the gravel drive and onto the surface road with a throaty purr most uncommon in an electric. He let ...
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Dashel’s First Day – pt 3

When the entire Pacific Northwest convulsed eleven years ago, I was there. I remember my guts knotting as the ground beneath me heaved and flung itself in every direction until ...
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That Was Now; This Is Then

Prologue — That Was Now

Seems people still enjoy an engaging story, don’t they? As if the story they’re constantly making up in their own heads isn’t enough. Maybe it’s too much.  Maybe reality is ...
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This Is Then

This is me fifteen years ago, designing my empire. I am laying the foundation, even as it becomes apparent I will have accomplices. The important thing is, I am changing ...
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The Bus Leaves At Noon

A squeak, a complaint of old wood and tired metal forced together by the weight of a footstep on the seventh tread of the outer stair, alerts me to an ...
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Dry Leaves In A Culvert

“Weekend before last,” Denny says, “I’d driven home. Didn’t tell anyone I was going. Planned to meet Mom and Kath at the mall by the river. “I got to the ...
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What It Is

It only takes a patch swap to splash the STM’s interface across both workstation monitors and we begin to examine the reason for Denny’s insomnia. A couple remote adjustments and ...
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The Midget In the Room

Denny opens the not-a-flip-phone on its long axis. It separates and he draws the halves apart. A translucent film spreads between them, becomes opaque, and a man’s face resolves on ...
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