
We Are Living Well
A note lay on our front step. On the underside were these words: Come to the garden now…
Explore 94 pieces of timechain fiction, economics, and freedom published by Konsensus.

A note lay on our front step. On the underside were these words: Come to the garden now…

By the fifth meeting, no one around the table is real…

Dolora closed the last of the feeds. Nothing but personal ads and the usual organs and eggs. The lump in her throat hummed. Down, she told…

Join Mia, a girl longing for a world of love, freedom, and truth, on a thought-provoking journey into the unknown, where she confronts a disturbing future……

Macaron returns, fluffs his white linen napkin, and takes his seat at their table.

When Caleb regained consciousness, he wasn't sure where he was or even what decade he was in.

I woke suddenly, my phone vibrating angrily on the bedside table. A call in the dead of night.

An interview with Philip Charter, author of 15 Shades of Time.

When my father died, an entire ecosystem of beneficiaries withered.

He had been sent to this forgotten part of the country to examine blueprints for a construct he would never fully understand.

I am a noderoid, a half-flesh, half-machine creature harnessed to propagate and store the timechain.

South of the Aleutian Chain and over the trench, a man is reminded of how central the sun is to his life.

I'm sure you've all heard the stories about the Phoenix. About the notorious figures that have cut its rugs.

An American military jet slips in from the sea, past the grim old monoliths that ring Rapa Sat Island.

Viktor peeled out of his training gear in the tiny hygiene pod. Then the first dull thud hit the door.

Ricardo Castillo climbed the last few steps to the observation deck of Panama Four.

The massive ship had just docked their home, Steadfast #2, and Flint Molvesper was ready to board.

Fraser Carver, 23, of Toronto, was sentenced today to five years for his 2072 mugging.

Why the hell would you ever buy it? It's just a piece of rock in deep space.

I have discovered a truly marvelous proof of this, which this margin is too narrow to contain.

A Maldives honeymoon goes from sats on the beach to boating accident.

First, the quiet came. Each day, the markets grew quieter, the people hungrier.

A dog day afternoon. Not the movie, but the day that Max was living.

In a dystopian future, a man caught between two worlds must help guide those on the fringes.