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“God” is not the word I’d use. But it is the only one that suffices. There are all kinds of gods: the old and the new; the useful, the useless; the capricious and the dependable; the wrathful and the meek. They all had one thing in common—whether they were created at the dawn of time when hunter-gatherers huddled in caves and cowered at the crac...
Morag took a firm grip on the end of her walking stick, looked down at her robot Seamus. “Here goes,” she said to the robot. “You go in first, with […]
They didn’t want either of us to live this long. Sucks for them—we’re good at living in spite. We’re good at surviving, at fighting, at never stopping. Today is the last day we exist in spite of Command, but it’s also just another day that ends in y . Most pilots are paired with a seasoned mentor. Not us. No, powerful men at Command threw us in ...
By Nat Katz in Issue #464 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine She looked into his brown eyes, and her vision doubled and trebled: Peter in a tunnel and in an alley covered by blood and walking on what she knew from her readings of distant lands to be grass. She felt she could come unmoored and drift away into those visions, wondered wheth...