Worlds like our own, indeed most worlds, have Fire Suns. They transmit heat and light to our worlds, because our worlds are naturally of darkness. We are of darkness, built to be animated by light.Read More
Sometimes I stare out over the bay at the lights of houses on the other side, and looking at those little window-squares of brightness I wonder: How many of those houses have got murder mysteries happening inside of them?Read More
The new terraforming project was going splendidly, thanks to a combination of ancient DNA and cloning technology. I stood looking down at what was technically empty space, but by complicated calculations based on the nearness of the sun was that beautiful, magic, invisible ring of habitable zone that our species could thrive in.
"Cloning vat's done, sir." I was told by an orderly. I looked back at the vast tank with the impossibly large figure in it. I nodded at them to begin.
We found the DNA in the Scandinavian region, of course. I forget if it was Norway or maybe Finland. The latest clone was deemed viable, and the surgical tools moved in to begin.
From the body, first we created the earth of the new planet, flesh into rock, bones into hills, hair into plant life, and then atmosphere from the brains and skull . The blood we spilled to create the oceans. Everything fell into place and expanded to our exact needs, all according to the calculations of the flesh-to-firmament formula.
A few last touches to the continental shapes here and there from whatever organs and gristle we had left, and voila. A new planet, ripe for colonization.
"Start up another Frost Giant." I said. "We've got two more star systems to go this quarter."
It was late, and I was writing. My latest story didn't seem to be going anywhere- as usual, my beginning was strong, but I'd petered out early. Just what was I going to have happen next?
Just then, a man came in through the door with a gun in his hand.
The guys and I were all sitting around just chatting when I invited them over to watch the game. There were nods and agreements all around, except Hank, who put up his palms, smiled, and said, "Sorry, can't."
I asked why, and he said, "I answered a meme, remember?"
"Oh right." said Tony. "The wizard." There were murmurs of recognition and remembrance from the others.
"Wait, the what?" I asked.
They looked at me. "Oh, right." said Tony. "You don't use facebook. You wouldn't have heard about this one."Read More