Would you live a life as another species for love?Read More
The sun on Joppa was a deeper red than I remembered, and the blocky shapes of this dusty town I did not remember at all.Read More
All voluntary candidates for the Shape-shifter Intelligence Program (S.H.I.P.) have undergone the procedure allowing them to shape-shift and completed preliminary training. This report by Dr. [Redacted] is on the candidates' responses to assuming a role across sexes and genders for one week.Read More
I think there's a. Glitch in the ship's. It's like it's cutting. This is too.
Okay, I've adjusted some. Parameters, what the hell. We're near a black. Hole.
This is stupid. We're doing. A system purge.Read More
It was the end of the worlds, and Mr. Jamison and I were arguing over peas. Not the mush you get in a cafeteria, but peas that smelled like grasshoppers and summer. Real, in the shell, peas.Read More
In this package:
1. Three letters. (With our instructions on opening order, per Human dating system.)
2. One musical instrument, harmonica.
3. One plastic package containing three toothbrushes.Read More
The bar is full of violet smoke which shakes to the green of rave light. I pluck out the tune on my eight-stringed electrolin, shimmering the smoke with every touch. This is my bar.Read More