ANOMALY FARMS

“There’s the heavenbird,” my colleague, Professor Anton Fogarty exclaimed, his voice a funny croak through his throat mike, excitedly pointing to a glowing mass visible amidst the metallic branches six miles up in the early evening sky. “Oooh, and look!” he continued, in our noise-canceling headphones. “A solaris!” The darkness high above acquired a shape,…

SELF-INFLICTED WORLD

Three new moon lets and everybody apprehensive and talking, sparking conversations with perfect strangers, the intimacy of the truly novel. The weather is a peculiar hot. The sun presses on you and it's like the air is boiling into existence, transitioning from a hot organic broth into a gas still too hot to be actually…