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Fake Plastic Flowers For Algernon
There is a famous satirical science fiction story from the nineteenth century called ‘Flatland’. Aside from being a critical commentary on Victorian culture and the British monarchy, it serves as a primer in understanding the differences between the first three dimensions, before positing on ones we have not yet even discovered. Although quite popular, having even been made into a handful of films, it is utter bollocks.I am going to let you in on a little secret – there are no such things as dimensions.Human beings have a habit of creating complicated abstractionswww.onedoor.cc in order to explain things, b...
Cosmic Castaway
A cacophony of laughter erupted from the center bar as a group of orbital mine workers lifted their beers in unison and slammed steel mugs together. Kimsy stared at them with glee in her eyes and smiled as their drunken joy filled the establishment with life. She wiped the counter with a red cloth as her eyes turned from the men to the koyball game being played on a hologram above them. The Grunsvelt Asteroid Team was doing well this year. It would bring more customers in, she thought. Then, a hooded man walked in shrouded in a brown cloak. She had noticed him before but he would never order a...
Space Bound
Waves of hot and cold fought for dominance of Erika’s skin. Her suit worked tirelessly to protect her from the harsh temperatures, but a little still trickled in. The little fan connected to a chilled tank whirred loudly in protest, but the hardest part was yet to come. It was only hours ago that Erika and her husband had left their home. Now, they were heading toward a shuttle that would take her to the first experimental space station. The thought sent butterflies through her stomach. “Ready?” Russell asked. He flung his own suit’s backpack over his shoulders. Erika took one last look aroun...
The Flight of the Butterbies
I was working in the insect house at the East Counties Zoo when the asteroid hit. Now let’s get this straight. I wasn’t, and had never been, afraid of insects (fair enough, maybe low-level arachnophobia, but pedant that I am, I can’t help but point out that spiders aren’t insects) but nor was I a massive fan of them. I knew they were incredible creatures, and the most populous on the planet and also a vastly under-tapped source of protein, but unlike some colleagues, I couldn’t wax lyrical about them. Well, apart from the butterflies. My work was mainly on the admin side. I told my workmates t...