Fool O’Clock – Part 1

“Oh shit, it’s Fool o’clock.” “Wha’?” The grumble next to me is the wife – likely the co-conspirator who turned the damned alarm off. It’s on her side of the bed, per her demand, after I broke my hand trying to break the last one. “I said, ‘It’s Fool o’clock.’ I’m supposed to be in…

Ajay Rogers and the Vampire Bunnies, Part 2

Experimentation Log – 26 October – Rabbit Study, Ajay Rogers, Just a Kid First of all, it’s not my fault. I was just trying to make the rabbits tamer. It’s not my fault I can understand what they’re thinking. So, when Charlie first started catching the rabbits, I thought if I mixed them with normal…

Ajay Rogers and the Vampire Bunnies

Experimentation Log – 6 October – Rabbit Study, Ajay Rogers, Chief Scientist These stupid vampire bunnies are freaking me out a little. So, like, Rocky has always been kind of weird. Robin says he acts more like a coyote than a rabbit. I think he’s more like a little grizzly bear. He’s not afraid of…

Tomorrow Was Yesterday, Part 1

I met my wife on the occasion of our fifteenth wedding anniversary, in the middle of a terrible fight. It was a disconcerting way of meeting someone, but not at all rare, as it turns out. On the face of it, our meeting in that manner may sound like an improbability, but let me assure…

From the Black, the Blues (Conclusion)

See part 5 here. Things got out of hand. By now, I guess you figured that out. By the time September rolled around, Jarita and I were in almost constant touch. She sent me technical specs to modify my communications, and I even set up a portable holograph display so I could see her in…

From the Black, the Blues ( Pt. 5)

La cuarta parte aquí (pt. 4) Here’s what Jarita and I figured out. That’s her name, by the way, Jarita. It turned out she had a job much like mine. She was on a semi-automated craft, way out at the edge of a galaxy that I’m still struggling to chart. She was a scientist, like…

From the Black, the Blues ( Pt. 4)

See part 3 here. “Excuse me?” I’ve never heard cursing on an official channel. I decided right then and there, I like this woman. “Dude, stop messing with me. I’ve been out here alone six terran months. I’m going bonkers, but I’m not stupid.” “I’m not messing with you. This is Amundsen … the South…

From the Black, the Blues ( Pt. 3)

See part 2 aquí: After that first encounter, I took to working the late-night shifts exclusively. It’s not so much I thought that’s when I would hear another blip (as I’d come to call the voice), but no one else worked the post-midnight shift, and I did not want the Gov scientists to hear my…

From the Black, the Blues (parte dos)

Part 1 of the story is here. Here’s part 2. Are you hooked yet? No? Dammit!! One night, around 3:00 a.m. or so, I was working the lab alone. There was the usual static, muted through the external speakers, along with Coldplay. The audio filters had a visible and auditory alarm if any pattern emerges…

Remembering, Part 2

Read Part 1 Buy the Book or Kindle Ebook I have taken a mate. There must be life, I have decided. I am now content with the responsibility of remembering, and our numbers have stabilized. If I perish – the fates being kind – perhaps my sons will take my place. She is called Krytay,…