Muscling In
Sitanni smiled. Jub spoke like death. He liked that.
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Color Blindsided
Yup. That’s what minor mutants like me do with their semi-super powers. Win at cards.
Wild Thang
Thang Danang balanced the hypodermic on the tip of her index finger.
Reckless.
Irresponsible.
Crazy.
drift and shift
Meteorite. Asteroid, comet, moon, or Mars samples that probes have brought back here. Lots of possibilities for viral contamination.
strange soil
“Fear is a strange soil. Mainly it grows obedience.”
Nonrandom Access
Ever the entrepreneur, he put out a shingle: Claude Computing. 967.3 days later Claude had his first customer.
tohuvavohu
We were the hare. The virus was the tortoise. And it was turtles all the way down.
The Z-GNOME Project
A little problem, she’d reported. Fatima was a master of understatement. In some ways, Jorge felt she’d deserved to be eaten.
Whose Who
"If a person has copies of their consciousness stored in various locations, then what is identity and how do we verify it?”
AlterNative
She was a total control freak. Why not? What was the use of being human, if you couldn’t organize and manage the world around you?
The Default Position
We’ve become a stew, a melting pot of consciousness, looking for a new host.
Sweat Dreams
To hell with pleasant dreams. Long live nightmares!
My Fair Bag Lady
It’d push the boundaries of the meta-human controversy. Nurture vs. nature vs. nanotech. It’d be killer.
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