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A Railgun Brain, Part XVIII
He became aware, weirdly, of having eyes and eyelids before he was aware that he was once again seeing things in the usual way. He lay and looked at the clean metal ceiling of C. Sentinax’s medical bay for several … Continue reading
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A Railgun Brain, Part XII
“Welcome back, Commander Broker,” a gravelly human-male voice spoke from a dark, chilly corner of the landing bay as they disembarked and headed for the back of C. Sentinax’s throat. Elan looked up, then turned to Broker and jerked a … Continue reading
A Railgun Brain, Part VIII
They talked long into the night, going back and forth over the Butterfly’s strange story and the seemingly endless interpretations enabled by the accompanying texts Elan had collected. Broker, of course, had no need of sleep but was actually beginning … Continue reading
A Railgun Brain, Part VI
What student of sentience hadn’t heard of the aki’Drednanth Truck? Her interactions with humanity at the time of the First Feast had become the stuff of legend. “Naturally,” Elan went on, “I was very cautious once it started to look … Continue reading
A Railgun Brain, Part V
Broker spent the evening with Elan and his mother. Conversation was subdued, mainly due to the fact that the Blaran was poring over Elan’s preliminary translation notes, skimming backwards and forwards, reading and rereading, occasionally switching to the electronic codex … Continue reading
The Seven Creepies in: The Christmas Crossover Caper | Part 10
Carla had yelled at us about this last time, I recalled, but had never really explained what she meant. She was pretty excitable when she’d gone more than a few hours without blowing something up. Which, to be honest, was … Continue reading
The Seven Creepies in: The Christmas Crossover Caper | Part 7
“No you’re not,” the slightly-more-normal female Creepy hissed, and before any of us could do anything she’d launched herself across the room at the towering ghoul. There followed a very tense and crowded few seconds, where Mell took the Drake … Continue reading
The Seven Creepies in: The Christmas Crossover Caper | Part 6
This one was also female, although the distinction was even more meaningless than it had been with Mell. She was, effortlessly, the most disturbing Creepy so far – and considering Mister C of 9, that was really saying something. She … Continue reading
The Ballad of Big Shooey, Part 7
Magdus folded his upper arms, planted his lower fists on his hips, and gave an appreciative whistle. In spite of really, really not wanting to be, he found he was impressed. “Mighty pretty,” he congratulated Stansgaard. “Don’t quite get how … Continue reading
The Ballad of Big Shooey, Part 6
“Who else found out about you?” Magdus asked as they exited his apartment and headed out along the antiseptic white corridor. There were a few other locals coming and going, and he greeted each of them with brief nods and … Continue reading
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