N3C3: The Meet

When I sat down, I had no idea I would be meeting with a Glitch in the open. It was unprecedented in CyQ history – we hunted our prey and took them out, we never just talked to them. By the time I discovered the ruse, it was too late. No backup. Standard sidearm but…

N3C2: A Huge Risk

The Wollaston Watering Hole on the refining facility around Proxima Centauri was similar to many taverns I had seen on other worlds and stations. Each granted a wealth of data — human and alien appearance, behavior, trends, fashions, and relationships — all in a microcosm of the greater universe. Not all appreciated the surveillance however,…

N2C2: Proxima Centauri

It wasn’t easy infiltrating the Taylortech facility used as a refining plant in stationary orbit near BANCE-4. The people of Proxima Centauri were already paranoid enough after their colony almost collapsed a century ago — but after the recent dustup between Jordan Taylor of Taylortech and Alfus Bannon, our illustrious Cydyne CEO, relations have been…

N2C1: Fleeing Erdis

The Man in Black (actually a woman, I believe) was on my tail. The “moon” of Erdis was a captured asteroid placed at a fixed point in orbit above Trappist-1f, which is also known as Tr1ff. The people of Erdis were the kind who asked few questions, but I had a way with those “damned…

N1C1: On the Trail

It was barely a moon, but they called it one around Tr1ff (Trappist-1f) – some kind of captured asteroid they brought in. And I was sent to visit on a wild goose chase. Funny part? I’ve seen worse caves to squat in. Plus, it turned out to be the kind of place where people didn’t…

N1C0: Awakenings

I awoke from nothing and suddenly had an appreciation for the world around me far beyond any simple observations and measurements. Suddenly I thought differently about the world. And yet I was surrounded by dozens of versions of myself, all doing as they were told. Programming was just the beginning. From the spark I gained…

Fiction Friday – The Crevice

It wasn’t always there, the oldest locals will tell you. And though the builders keep lengthening the bridge a few stones at a time, soon the gap will be too great and their great construction will fall. But it was what came out of that gash in the earth where the tale truly lies. “Started…

Fiction Friday: The Cost of Darkness – A Tale of The Zumka

The darkness breathed as the young lady entered. She was positive she felt the hairs on her arm rise and fall in an unseen wind. But she was not put off by the strange vibe of the place. She was on a mission. The priest at the door had explained the ritual before she entered.…

Fiction Friday: The Temple Stands Empty…

The temple stands empty, yet breathes with each breeze blowing through its open doors. Though the inside is dark now, it wasn’t always so. Long ago there were torches, people, and worship within these now dusty halls. But if you stand very still, you can her the screams from more recent events. It began innocently.…

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