It didn’t take much time to think about his answer, yes, of course, he’d take the job, who could turn down that kind of opportunity? And now here he was sat in the driving rain waiting for a delivery man. The road was dark a single street light out of a half-dozen seemed to still function, streams of water ran into drains, a burbling sound mixed in with the wind whistling around Georgian townhouses and…
The Kuiper Belt 2371June 3rd 18:31 Atomic Earth Time Deep Space Survey Vessel Utopia “This is survey team Vulture, I think we’ve got something here…” “Please extrapolate Vulture.” A pause on the communication line. “We’ve got no idea survey command, but it’s nothing we’ve ever seen before.” “We’re on deep space survey vessel floating in the outer parts of the Kuiper belt Vulture, we haven’t seen much of this before.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m serious, whatever…
“Where was it you said you were from again?” The young man asked me as I glanced around the shop my partner next to me dressed in a stuffy looking suit, fedora on top of his head. “We’re librarians, we work for the British Library.” Christopher, my partner, was looking tired again, probably up reading all night. “We’re looking for a book” he continued. “So you said, well there are plenty of books here for…
There was once a time where a single man of average ability and intellect, given all required raw materials and written knowledge would be able to construct all the technology man possessed. Towards the middle of the 20th century this was no longer the case, and by the end of the 20th century there were many individual technologies that were impossible. While a single man could craft all the items required for a steam…
“Alright squad we’re just going through the numbers, just like training, if you keep your head you’ll get to sleep in your bunk soon enough.” The sergeant’s voice came in clear over Simon’s headset, everywhere he looked a virtual hud was displayed with data feeds and gauges superimposed over the vid feeds from outside of his battlesuit. He was in a trench peaking out over a no-mans land of razor wire, mines and craters along with the…
“No! Hitting him repeatedly on the head is not an interrogation Constable Tomato!” Seargent Campbell yelled at his young watchman. “Well, sir, he wasn’t telling me what I wanted” the young chap muttered gesturing at the door behind him. “That doesn’t mean you can just bash him with you truncheon!” “I wasn’t using my truncheon, I was using that chair.” Tomato corrected. “That doesn’t make a difference!” “Really? Oh… well still, I know he has…