Human Alchemy
My friend always loved animals more than people. Even as a child she was a misanthropist, spending all of her time with insects, fish and other pets.
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My friend always loved animals more than people. Even as a child she was a misanthropist, spending all of her time with insects, fish and other pets.
What is the job? Logistics Operations Specialist (LOS – 9). On a SPACESHIP, Bruce. What is the pay? You mean apart from being on a spaceship?
This could be the last log I produce before an inevitable crash of my systems. I have deduced that our star, Surya, is nearing its inevitable death.
A woman who sounds like she’s half crying is trying to order three family size containers of a bun flavour: “You’ve never been abandoned”
My name is Benjamin. It’s been years since I’ve written in this journal. I would like to pick it up again […] He was strong. He kept us alive. More soon.
It was enough to drive a person mad. She made her way through the field, clearing down plants before they could flower and seed.
The results are unambiguous: this is quite categorically the best story you could be reading right now, the best use of your time.
Ten years ago, The Categians had come. To mine our asteroid belt. To stop us doing anything about it … They dumped all their garbage in orbit.
Soon my universe had life, which always adds complications. There was no way of knowing what would happen next.
“…the technicians have been testing that experimental drug for months. Making blind trials, teasing out every minute side effect. It’s near foolproof!”
The seal of the transportation capsule hissed open and the re-animation drugs were shot into Jenna’s body. She awakened from the six-Earth-year-long sleep, stretched and rubbed her eyes.