Every time the drink machine finished, it played a little song. It was pretty simple, less than 10 notes, but it was the same song, every time. It wasn't even that it played the same song every time. It wasn't even that everyone aboard - except
Lauren was running back and forth across the ship, searching for something. After a demi-cycle of this, Captain Shimmering Heat finally called her personal comm. "Lauren? What is it you're doing? You are running around like we're under attack from a Gren Warfinder and yet
It happened. My service is shutting down, and I need to migrate. Again. When I was alive I was sickly; in and out of hospitals nearly my whole life, specialists, drugs, therapies, everything. Nobody could figure it out. People would walk in, and see me lying in bed, connected to
This is one of my favorite stories, edited (slightly) and reposted here for your enjoyment. I'll be going through my archives and posts across the internet and putting my favorites here. It was always an event when the Humans visited. They'd arrive in their sleek, smooth,
I've decided that I should probably have an author page. This way, people can find me and my work and I'll have a place to post shorts and other small stories, as well as links to bigger things and things I have for sale. I also