Long Ride Home_Anates Ex Machina_Above, Within, & Below_The Euripides Requiem
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Long Ride Home
The telephone rang. I pulled it from my pocket to see who was calling. The woman in the seat next to me glanced to my screen.UNAVAILABLEI rejected the call and the woman shifted back to her hunched position, closing her eyes to the view of the city out the train window. I waited a few seconds to see if I would receive a voicemail, then slid my phone back into the inside pocket of my denim jacket. I opened the book I had been reading and tried to find the line I had left off on. Just as I got back into the story, my phone began towww.onedoor.cc ring again. The ringtone shattered my concentration. I shut the ...
Anates Ex Machina
Forget the Zapruder film that registered the shooting of President John F. Kennedy. Forget the footage of the Boeing 767s that crashed into the World Trade Center on 9/11、 Those iconic images pale in comparison to the recordings of the Arrival.Everyone remembers where he was and what he was doing when the first news bulletins of the appearance of the UFOs were aired. The gigantic flying saucers showed up simultaneously in the sky at twelve different locations: Los Angeles, New York, Buenos Aires, Brasilia, London, Paris, Berlin, Moscow, Beijing, Seoul, Tokyo, and Sidney.Seeing was believing. I...
Above, Within, & Below
The open air club is bustling with sweaty bodies, moving to the blaring music, the words lost underneath the heavy beat, the cool night air circulating being the only reprieve from the heat radiating from each body making up the crowd. Verea doesn’t pretend to understand how people manage to lose themselves in this kind of atmosphere, or any for that matter, but she does pretend that she is one of them, capable of forgetting the stress of the brutal day underneath the glowing night stars. She lets her gaze drift upwards, past the bodies, past the crudely rigged lights and speakers, until her ...
The Euripides Requiem
[Note: This story touches heavily on issues of depression and suicide.] By the time we had returned from the beach, the Earth was gone — in its place was an expanding ring of debris like a rusting sickle. We knew, of course. We’d known for months. But we hadn’t been prepared to see it. To really see it. The captain had taken the Euripides into a solar orbit manually. The AI, after trying to find an orbital insertion point around a missing planet, had fallen into a hopeless loop. In time, the rotation engines fired up, preparing to bring us back into spin-gravity, and we floated with our backs...