“And here we are, our last stop of the tour!” Vincent’s voice boomed out over Shelby’s intercom system to the passengers in what used to be the cargo compartment. “Please enjoy your complimentary souvenir bags--complete with energy drinks and ginger wasabi chips straight from the Perfectorate! And don’t forget, if you enjoyed today’s authentic human … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 328: Her Own Ship →

“Rell, get in here!” Giana turned the volume up on the old radio in the living room as Rell hurried to her side. “...information you find on this traitor must be reported to the inquisition immediately for a cred reward. Repeat, the traitor Vinyarlo Coastrunner is still at large. White male. Five foot ten inches … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 125: Not Every Story →

Michael watched the crowd on the shore blur together until instead of individual faces, it was just a crowd, and then instead of a crowd, it was just a port, and then instead of a port it was just an island washed in silver, morning light. He wondered if Emanuel had stayed past their photo … Continue reading Year 350, Rotation 334: Something That Works →