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Carrion, Part 4
Bryce Chesterton took a moment to catch his breath. Strangling someone to death was hard work, even if they couldn’t put up much of a fight. After he had some air in his lungs, he got to work. Bryce pushed Richard Maseuchy’s bloated, doughy corpse out of the way. He reached into his bag and Continue reading
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Carrion, Part 3
The meeting Richard Maseuchy had requested with management wasn’t going nearly as well as he had imagined it would. What he intended to be a redressing of his grievances with his treatment at the company had turned into a conga line of middle managers and department heads berating him. All he could do was stand Continue reading
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Carrion, Part 2
Richard Maseuchy was still seething about the comment his supervisor had made to him earlier in the day. Nobody else seems to be having these problems, Rich. He knew for a fact management was giving him low quality samples. They hated him, but they couldn’t say it to his face, so they played little childish Continue reading
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Carrion, Part 1
Wardell Egilhart stumbled down a hallway of the station, one hand cupped to his nose and mouth trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring out of them. His other hand he had pressed against the station’s bulkhead, partly to steady himself as he fled, and partly to guide him. Blue light had seared itself Continue reading
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“Why Not Just Nuke It From Orbit?”
In a lot of ways, science fiction is a genre of contrivances. One of the main questions that crops up in the genre is the title of this very article, and the extent to which the author, director, etc. can make you not care about that question is a pretty strong indication of the overall Continue reading
Age of Ruin 