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Young Asper is often overlooked by those around her and as a result, feels a connection to things unknown. When a mysterious fog blankets her forest she decides to figure out its source.
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A dome of inflated glass stretched high over the rice fields of Hab 15b. Dargin walked along an elevated catwalk, staring at the data feed scrolling down the inner side of his vac suit’s face shield. Current Crop: Rice – Seed Generation 3483 Variation 45Current Exposure Duration: 19:55:00Next Scheduled Shielding: 00:05:00Rice Nutrient Efficiency: 94.7%Time Since Last Sample: 20:55:00Projected Crop Harvest: 2.5pyNext Scheduled Crop Rotation: Wheat – Seed Generation 278 Variation 14 Dargin sighed as he refreshed and read the data…
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“Really? Riding the link again?” The voice was distant, Yalma thought. Did it belong to Freddy? Or his engineer friend Jackson? She wasn’t sure. “Hey, get up,” the voice said, wandering in again. “Shake that shit out of your head. We need to get to work.” Yalma finally opened her eyes. She was no longer in the snow-covered forest of ancient earth, riding inside the cab of a train and…what had happened again? Something shined. Something hit. Red everywhere. But…
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RECORDING DATE: 21-12-2096 (EY-AD)SUBJECT NAME: Darcy, Frederick T.COLLECTION: Social Link Earth Memories (SLEM) C1TRANSCRIPTION BY: C.AbUNLAST ACCESS DATE: 04-11-5544 (PY-AP)
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(To read this story in non-blog format, follow this link) Garrett Falk swayed with the train car as it bounced along on its way through the city. The other passengers swayed too. A semi-translucent window hovered in front of him in the middle of the train car. He flicked his pointer finger and the window scrolled to the next auto-generated aggregated news story; something about poverty reaching record numbers. He flicked his finger again to scroll to the next story.…
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I’m feeling a bit beat down today, creatively. I’m in one of those states where I’m ready to toss up my hands and yell to the cosmos, “fine, you win. I give up on this. I was never any good to begin with.” We’ve all had those days. I’ve had plenty in the past, and I’m positive I’ll have plenty more in the future. But when you’re in the thick of it, it sure does suck. So why am I…
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Carving out my own small corner of the internet
Tyler Hillis 