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Sounds. It’s the first thing to notice, even before you can see the clutter and steam of the workshop. Grandfather’s gears whir and click – the steam engines hiss and the coalfires crackle. Motion — it’s all about motion; pistons … Continue reading →

If Lisbon Bester had known that a single four-minute egg was to be the reason for his downfall, he probably would have ordered the quick and efficient killing of every single laying hen known to man.  The thing is, Bester … Continue reading →

Seated behind the massive facade of an oak desk, face turned toward the hollow eye of the camera, Onla read the words of the telefeed, but did not open his mouth to read them. The station manager made a face … Continue reading →

So you’re…? A guardian. A what now? You’ve got a world full of human beings, all of them wonderful, worthwhile and important, in potential. Everyone’s got a gift they can use — everyone’s on their way to doing something brilliant … Continue reading →

Not here. Not here again. Waking up here (again) was like being pulled out of Hell and told you had to live again, but couldn’t change anything, and would end up in Hell anyway. The leaves were slick, or dripping, … Continue reading →