Chérie Duvalon was second-generation Terran, and proud of it. She sat on hard-packed sand and squinted against its white glare. The afternoon sun dried her stretch thermal sheath and crystallized …
Field Trip
View PostGhost Fishing
View PostEncroachment
The couch in the experimental botany lab is too short even for me. I sit up with a groan, the tinfoil emergency blanket crumpling in my lap, scattering the light …
The Desert in Me
View PostSeeing Clearly
The water in the tank that circled the Mermaid Dining Room had gotten brackish and thick. Edwidge crawled onto a plasticine rock inside the tank. Her turbine sputtered and whined …
The Pinecone Lady
View PostGood Hunting
Karin Eklund sauntered casually toward the staff entrance to the Gyrodigital building. The sun had been down for nearly an hour, but Gyrodigital was one of those companies that expected …
The Knells of Agassiz
View PostAn Apology from the Natives of Earth
We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to make such a mess of things. It all started around a hundred thousand years ago. We’d only just evolved into our modern form and …
