Into Darkness: New Bodies
"Boris, we're here!" "Yes, I know. I was the one that told you." He glowed and thrummed and waved his hands, and the shadows of his machinery arced in concert. He was looking at me, the pale blue of his cerebral manifestation's irises surrounding...
Into Darkness: The Long Sleep
I spent the next eleven and a half years of my life unconscious. I do not remember my journey through space; I cannot speak of the wonders our ship beheld. Time existed in only the vaguest sense: I dreamt, and occasionally I would become aware of a...
Into Darkness: Prologue
It was probably the longest waiver ever written. I'm sure it had to be that way, but oh God did it go on: Six hundred and ninety-three pages. Nine chapters. Thirty-seven articles. Diagrams. Charts. Legalese. It dragged on and on and on... and on. Took...
A Little Crush: Epilogue
I look at the cheap alarm clock next to me on the nightstand. 4:13 in the morning, and I'm awake, my mind wrestling itself out of dreams. I'm thinking about him again. Damn it, does he _have_ to be the first thing that comes to mind? My memory replays...
A Little Crush, part 8
A week passed before I saw any of the Barracudas again; it was by choice. Alistair and I did exchange a few texts. There were no confessions of love, just hellos and how-are-yous and hope-you-are-wells. I never responded to Victor's text; I didn't...
Into Darkness: Sink or Swim
Marna's grasp on my hand tightens as the depths draw close. Rushing water resounds off walls, whispering. Rising. Roaring. A collective gasp escapes us as the liquid abyss appears, ready to swallow us whole. I had thought it was cold before, but I...
Into Darkness: Bouyancy
Marna and I arrive at the medical bay. It's packed--standing room only. Everything is a blur of blues and greens, greys and golds. Yet even without identifying clothes and badges, it's easy to differentiate patient from practitioner: About a third of...