
Nemesys
A few days ago, I was sentenced to death. They offered me a choice — the firing squad, or a one-way voyage into the dark.
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A few days ago, I was sentenced to death. They offered me a choice — the firing squad, or a one-way voyage into the dark.

Rayleigh smacked the wad of quintillion dollar notes on the table in front of her. ‘You are pushing your God damned luck! You do know this…

Marvin eyed the news as he sipped coffee at the counter of his favorite diner, sunlight washing across the seats to his right and signaling the…

The letter lay on Daria’s welcome mat. The fact that the Corporation had sent a physical letter meant they were serious. Paper equated to legal ruling…

‘Welcome to the Hammock Room,’ said the Factotum, pushing the door open. It was gloomy inside, like the Sleeping Bag room had been, only the walls…

Date: May 7, 3011 Standard…

The train shuddered to a halt, its worn-out levitation systems groaning under the weight of too many passengers. Zarah pressed her face against the smudged window…

‘Big day ahead?’ the security guard at the front desk asked, looking up from his book and gesturing at the extra-large coffee in Ada’s hand…

Nasser pushed in, twisted the knob, and clicked the sparker until the burner caught fire. His 49-year-old frame leaned on the stove to help support the…

June 24th, 2052 – Somewhere along the Mediterranean Coast…

‘ 错误. 错误. 错误, ’ the digital translator flashed. Error, in Chinese…

I was in a grocery store when The Big Slash happened. I was bagging my own groceries at the self-checkout stand, as is the right of…

The hangover was still clouding Max’s mind when he woke up that day to a thin sliver of light coming through the window. The party was…

Children are the future, so that is why we buy them…

Congratulations! You won, you did it, you have everything. Literally everything. Turns out unlimited growth works when there are no checks and balances to stop it…

It’s that kind of crappy day: so cold the rain’s freezing to the windows and the roads are gridlocked. I don’t drive, and sometimes gridlock is…

The woman sold her son for a bag of wheat. She pushed him towards the soldiers, snatched the bag, and turned on her heel. Her eyes…

‘I’ll do it,’ Ada said, stretching out her palm with steely resolve…

There were two times when my knee bothered me: when it was going to rain — which for the past twenty-plus years after The Collapse was…

I could hear the drones in the sky above me. Surrounded by hundreds of people on this city street, it was irrational to believe they were…

Fabian Sixsmith leaned closer to the screen. A couple of white pixels fizzed through the frame, and the hairs on his arm prickled. It had to…

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.

The band of warriors relied on the incorruptible time chain and sympathetic resonance.

There was a genuine reason to work the code words in seamlessly.

The bright orange of the box-like machine emits a glow that draws them both.

I don't know about saints, but the saving part is real — not in a biblical way.

Hidden deep in the meanders of a sophisticated script was the information the press clamoured for.

One early December morning, Dad came home with a triumphant grin. We're moving to Sabina!

In a far off land of knights and knaves, a lowly peasant tilled the soil.

It's amazing how effective the government can get when taxation becomes voluntary.

Before the ocean and the earth appeared — the face of nature was naught but chaos.

“We should have gone there instead,” Simon Derwall complained…

Bitcoin and stories are much alike. They can be described in powerful simplicity or astonishing complexity. Both are unique developments in human history and feed our…

External Memo 263 from the Emerging Civilizations Council (ECC)…