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Now my friends, if you have managed to stay with me thus far, then indeed you are worthy of this story. If by any means you are still reading it indicates you have a head for confusion. That is a good

Before we go on in our tale, I must fill you in on the different types of planet classification. This is no more important than because of the simple fact, they help to explain certain sensibilities of

I want to tell you a tale, who I am exactly does not matter and will perhaps only cause confusion and detract away from the tale itself. So if you are the sort of person who needs to know whom the tale-telling

Memories. If it wasn’t for Pullman’s memories he could have ditched him. Fango wouldn’t care who he was dealing with, the original Pullman or the clone. Maybe Fango would even find it amusing that he embarked

My latest short story is a science fiction tale called Jump Start. The hero, or rather antihero is called Jason Pullman. He works in a dystopian future whereby your place in society is determined by the

A distant drip-dripping echo bounced off the cold walls accompanied by an icy wind blowing through mostly broken, ancient glass windows were the only company Pullman had as he crouched in waiting for the

Pullman briefly wondered what kind of ancient evolutionary response caused the pricking sensation on his tongue as he walked hurriedly towards the North-West magno-lift. His elevated heart rate and sweaty

How did I get here? He was in a ground car sitting outside Swale’s, he had a terrible headache and no recollection of how he had gotten there. He assumed that he had gone there with Steve Nixon after work.

It had been three weeks since Pullman had met Fango in the SDZ. Those weeks had been the longest of his life. He had swung from wild elation to the depths of inconsolable depression. Even Steve had stopped

Henry Fango was an impressive man he stood at around six and a half feet tall, had broad shoulders, wavy red-brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was one of those people where it was quite hard to tell

Pullman had met Henry Fango six months previously, he had met him because past a certain point, his plan would need money and influence to be completed. He couldn’t risk meeting Fango at the FabTech offices

That evening, like any other evening Pullman left the office at 7.30 he had declined Steve Nixon’s invite to go and drink at Swale’s. The fashionable bar would be teeming with Cybertec execs and the last

It was the fourth time in three days that Jason Pullman had tried to kill himself and he was growing weary of it, if he didn’t think of something soon he’d succeed and then where would he be? He was lying

The one OWM Corporation doctor stationed on Mars, Doctor Mark Harper was sitting in his office situated at the top of one of the generic prefab buildings that were oh so commonplace on Mars. Harper hated

The Rotoblad series three multi-articulated spider robot was a search and dig machine designed to seek out high percentage mineral deposits in tight spaces. It was originally made to work on M class asteroids

The scouting robot was at the entrance awaiting further instructions, the ViDoc could see through the robot’s sensors that the micrometeorite activity near the entrance had increased from one per hundred

Multiple pain signals shot into the anterior cingulate area of his brain whereupon they were immediately re-routed by the local chip that formed part of his Neural Net so that Sam did not register the

Sam Kentland looked through machine sensors out into an obsidian black sea, sparsely dotted with dull brown motes resembling toffee pieces floating in molasses, each one a twinkling island separated by

The latest novella in the Cryptogee Chronicles, Metal Rain is a dark exploration into the subject of von Neuman Probes. The idea for these probes were first proposed by physicist and mathematician John

Gryp-Saddah admired the young diplomat sitting opposite him, for giving him an opportunity to save face, not that he needed it of course. If Saddah so wanted he could throw this little pipsqueak out of