On the first day, I sat at my computer and started drawing up plans for a new space station. I worked calmly for four hours, took a one-hour lunch break, worked for another four hours, and finished.Continue reading
The drone’s payload was tucked underneath, looking suspicious. Normally, delivery drones hold rectangular boxes covered in ads, but this one was shaped wrong, and there wasn’t even a logo. It was clearly sent by someone doing something they didn’t want to get caught doing.
The apartment building had 14 stories of bachelor suites, 12 to a floor. The drone could never hit all of them, but its programming was highly aggressive: it’s okay to destroy yourself if you get out, say, half the payload.Continue reading
I sit on a bench, watching my kid running around a playground. He’s currently trying to go up the slide while other kids go down. I’m about to tell him to take his turn, when I hear that voice for the first time.
“Hey, don’t freak out.”
I freak out. The voice is frighteningly familiar.Continue reading
“What finally made you leave?” the girl said to Grace. “Was it all the meditating? I hated the meditating.”
Grace Leung sat, mouth closed, staring at the blank, metal wall of the cargo hold they had stowed away in, trying to ignore the waking nightmare, the snarling and barking, that filled her ears but came from inside her head.
“Hello, Jamal,” they said to me, or I said to me. It was pretty confusing, staring at a room full of men who looked exactly like me.Continue reading
“Corporal Gill! Where are we?” Sergeant Lee was not happy with me. I was the squad cartographer, and we were on an alien ship. It was my specialty to keep a map and interpret it. But the map I was making was just a mess of lines and curves. I had no idea where to go next or even what part of the ship we were in. It just looked like a maze.Continue reading
Lady Gel-Dan do’Rehan, Baroness of the Vintu, sauntered through the imperial court’s thousand-foot double-doors with five hundred armoured Panragine Knights at her back, including an empty suit for the departed Lord Gel-Dan di’Jobar, the husband she’d hated even as she’d loved him, wanted him as she’d used him for the machinations of her family, the House Kando’oril, thrice-spurned from ascension to the imperial seat.Continue reading
This story started as a tweet, and I decided to expand it:
Once the Power has awoken, its Shadow will whisper in your ear forever. Only the ascetic way of the Pon-Ju warrior will keep it at bay. But, you must also learn to fight with a plasma-blade to battle those who have surrendered to the Shadow… #SCIFIFRI
— Orion (he/him/his) (@OrionKidder) March 9, 2018