The End of All Days

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by Michael K. Iwoleit

When Gabriel returned from his voyage there was little time left for him and the world. The thing that crossed the solar system on its course of irrevocable destruction was now less than two astronomical units away from Earth. For months a pattern of glowing red streaks had painted the heavens and the giant gravitational vortex that ripped Jupiter apart had been visible with the naked eye. The sky had returned to its soft vernal blue as in countless springs before and one could be tempted to think that there were as many years still to come. Continue Reading »


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by Jean-Claude Dunyach

When Paranamanco broke out of her mooring lines and flew off into the night, I was hardly surprised. I remembered the words of the old navigator I’d interviewed a few months earlier, shortly after the animalcity project had been abandoned. I took the recording cube of our conversation out of a drawer and played it, wondering if I’d have the time to listen to it until the end… Continue Reading »

A Good Ending

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by Guy Hasson

Don’t worry.

This story has a good ending.

Well… for the bureaucrat. Continue Reading »

Some Notes on the Artwork of Chris Wilhelm

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by Justin Isis

1. Wilhelm intended the first public exhibition of the artwork to take place between late February and early March 2010. For at least two months he had been in contact with Robert Lean, Director of Curatorial Services for the Art Gallery of New South Wales. His communications consisted of a series of phone calls and e-mails and, apparently, an unsuccessful attempt to meet Lean when he returned home in the evening.1 Wilhelm always specified his intention to give the artwork away rather than sell it – all he wanted was a chance to expose the public to what he had created. Continue Reading »

Closing Time

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by Liam Kruger

@xang, re: the projection chat we had at the conclave – source suspect, typic, but holiday reading.




I drew the connection between alcohol and time travel pretty late in the game, all told. And yes, you absolute bastard in the back of the room, ‘late in the game’ doesn’t mean much to a time traveller, but I don’t have much control over where I go, do I? Or when I go. I can tell English isn’t the language to talk about this in. Not that I’ve got anything else to go by. Continue Reading »

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 »

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by Uwe Post


Where are you?

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

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

Life Without Z

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by Alex Smith


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 »


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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 »

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