Fiction

On July 4, 2039, The Doctor would emerge from the Community, cross into the Exoskeleton, and become “a real man.”...

All that was left was a small man cowering in a corner, lost in his own agony.

“Today the Cloud. Tomorrow the world.”

Marian didn't see the joke. “What is it with you men, always thinking with your pricks?” she exploded. “We have...

Life changes. Life flows. This isn't life, I thought, but a pale imitation of life. Life requires connection.

We stood and left the room like wraiths, going right through the door, leaving Tory Blaine to his private hell.

There is something to what they say about the heart of life being the heart, not the mind. Or is...

I hesitated again before speaking. I'd only have one chance at this. “I think we're on the same path, then....

Most of the souls who exist here eventually come to a place in their hearts where they seek service over...

“Thank you so much for remembering me,” she said with a laugh. “Now let's see if we can't bring you...