Archive for Dezember, 2011

A Job Interview

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by Valentin D. Ivanov

“Stop it! You don’t know how they feed the computers around here!” Shouted the tallest lady.

I froze.

A few minutes ago a smiling young man led us into the office. He was courtesy itself but nothing could hide the fact that the man hated us. Nobody likes us unless they are forced to, by their job description. Continue Reading »

eDead.com

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by Uwe Post

Mia!

Where are you?

Where is my computer? And … where the hell am I?

“Welcome to server miller03 at eDead.com. We wish you a happy death.” Continue Reading »

Life Without Z

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by Alex Smith

Prologue

The clock was a quaint anachronism, especially in that lab, yet all eyes were mesmerised by its red hand jerking through the last five seconds of that unholy minute.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, it is 9am,’ said the professor overseeing the Advanced Realms 301 exam at the University of Cape Town. ‘You may now commence creating a universe.’ Continue Reading »

Price of Freedom

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by Aleksandar Žiljak

Wailing sirens finally break an entire day of tense uncertainty. We all jump at the piercing sound, almost sighing with relief. Waiting is the worst part.. Once it starts, you know what to do and you do it. TV crews leave their drinks, grab their cameras and run out of the spaceport bar, like dogs smelling fresh blood. Continue Reading »

Troglobiont

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by Aleksandar Žiljak

His world is darkness. The only constant in his life: impenetrable, eternal, surrounding everything, from birth in the shallow channel to death in the freezing torrent. His world is water. Cold and clear, sinking from the distant surface through cracks and swallow-holes, dissolving and building at the same time. Water that brings life, water that washes away the dead. His world is rock. Limestone sculptured into unimaginable beauty, invisible in the total darkness. Gours, lacy draperies and rows of curtains. Stalactites like hanging spears, stalagmites resembling erect monuments. Mighty pillars supporting vast galleries. Cascades of rimstone pools and echoing cathedrals above spacious lakes. And water dripping in the distance, drip, drip, drip, resonant in the same slow rhythm, unchanged for millennia. Continue Reading »