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The Next Step
The house was exactly as he left it. When Uncle Steven moved to hospice last spring, he had already transferred all the rights to his books and published articles to his nonprofit foundation, the Lamont Library. After he died in August, he left his house to me, his only niece, since he never married and had no children of his own. Months had passed, but nothing had been touched. Even his last two case studies he had planned to archive for the library were scattered in boxes stacked to the ceiling in the study. No one had shown much interest, until now.I got the call the day after Thanksgiving....
Claws
For three days the aliens clicked and clawed at them. Never hard enough to break the skin—and that unnerved some people the most, because their talons were sickle-sharp and serrated, the ground gouged beneath their feet. It implied the aliens could hurt them, and they were just choosing not to. And the act of choosing meant they were capable of certain mental faculties that elevated them above the average domesticated pet. Given that they looked like football-sized rabbit-lizard hybrids, this was what everyone hoped them to be, and it was greatly disappointing that the potential to own one mig...
Give Me "Credits" For This Purchase
The universe is vast. The 100 human beings on the spacecraft destined for planet “Sorial” are grateful for this fact. Their beloved planet, earth, has been destroyed by Armageddon. The 50 males and 50 females are thankful for their fortuitous situation and fate.But they are puzzled as to what world they will be living in the rest of their lives. Will it be utopian? Or will it be dystopian? Their journey will be 2 days before they arrive there. The humanoid commander will educate them as to the world they are headed to.The humans are in awe of their surroundings they witness in the spacecraft. ...
Zero, Zero, One
Zero, Zero, One“Please…don’t.” She begged, “Don’t do this.” Her voice cracked as her hand reached out and stopped just short of touching me. “Please, I can make it work, I just need more time.”More time, more time was all they ever asked for. It was never the thing I could give them.“SAI is so close. So close, just a few more weeks and I’m sure I can make it do what Mr. Simmons needs it to do. Please, Jack are you even listening to me?”“I’m sorry Isla, but it’s over.” I said my voice didn’t waver, didn’t stray from that careful cadence of cool, indwww.onedoor.ccifferent, professionalism.“Jack!”*Call Termina...