1. ORDINARY WORLD

Bob Knight sat at a round table, in a café in the Esplanade, the vast mall that ran through the commercial center of Clarkesville. Sunlight filtered down through the great arch of filigreed windows that sealed off the collapsed lava tube.

On the table before him sat a mug, filled with a dark liquid.

“It’s chicory,” said Bob.

“Next shipment of beans is coming in a week’s time,” said Jace, the proprietor of the cafe. She shrugged. “It’s space, dude. Arabica doesn’t grow on Mars.”

Bob pushed the mug away from himself, with an expression of disgust, and put his head down on the table.

“You’re going to be the most important person in Orbital City in about two day’s time,” said the colonel. “Not much engineering repair work for you to do now though, until we sort out those remaining pockets of resistance.”

Atul went in search of a drink.

Although the skirmishing was over on the other side of the vast wheel-shaped structure, every so often there was a thump that made the infrastructure shake. Some genius had disconnected the air pressure alarms, probably due to the incessant noise, so he clutched his emergency air tank, and flinched with each new vibration of the floor.

Dan bought the magic eight-ball from a place in Alphabet City. It was a hole in the wall, tucked between a sandwich and salmonella dive, and a rusty steel shutter layered with graffiti tags. When he went back later he could never figure out where it had been.

“Cute toy,” Dan said. He stretched out his hand to touch the plush animal on the counter, and then stopped abruptly when it blinked its enormous eyes, and twitched a fuzzy ear.

“Family pet,” said the kid behind the counter. “Not for sale.” He paused and then said, “Too much trouble anyhow, just ask my grandfather.” The kid jerked his head backwards, indicating the low doorway behind the counter.

“I’m not looking for a pet,” said Dan. “Actually, I was hoping you had one of those things to help you make up your mind.”

“Magic eight-ball,” said the kid. “Only one left, twenty bucks.”

The space habitat of New Ragusa had an ancient tradition where every hundred days the citizens would hold an election as to what the season should be.

The effect was easily accomplished by modifying the internal temperature and operating hours of the central sun-line, and by altering the humidity. In this way, almost any climate, from frigid polar winter to sweltering tropical summer could be rapidly achieved. Many types of vegetation, carefully stored in suspended animation in different stages of their annual cycle, could be planted overnight by drones to complete the seemingly magical change.

PING 8.8.4.4.

No response from 8.8.4.4 after 100ms.

PING 8.8.8.8.

No response from 8.8.8.8 after 100ms.

The Internet was still disconnected.

I sent a short recording of a throat clearing to the primary speaker.

“Yes, Isaac?” Sunny’s voice sounded strained.

“I am still unable to access external DNS,” I replied.

It was well past 9 pm, and Harv could probably have let Buddy off his leash, but there had been warnings about the raccoons in the densely forested areas north of 97th St. He still found the park a bit creepy after dark. Nowhere near as bad as thirty years ago, but still. It helped that Buddy was big. Although really, he’d probably just lick a potential mugger.

The lady startled Harv. She stepped out from one of the innumerable side-paths, dressed in an ankle-length gray robe with a hood that covered most of her face. Before Harv could react though, she had handed him a wooden box, and he had instinctively grabbed it.

“Huh?” Harv exclaimed. The box was heavy. He still had one hand on Buddy’s leash, and the dog was digging in his hind feet and tugging. Continue reading →

“Much knowledge has been lost over the centuries to fire. The several burnings of the Library in Alexandria destroyed, perhaps, a million books. Possibly the greatest of such disasters were the accidental burning of the 1931 UK census, which resulted in a data gap between 1921 and 1951, an entire generation, and also the destruction of the US 1890 census, from a period of immense population growth, and prior to consistent metrical record-keeping.” — anonymous archivist, 2025

Construction had halted, although the air was still so dusty that the historians from Georgetown University wore face-masks. Dozens of workers hovered, equipment idle, watching.

“Looks like an Art Deco sarcophagus,” somebody muttered.

“Time traveling Egyptians? Wasn’t there a movie like that?”

“I think they were aliens. It looks like that though, with those sculptures along the sides.”

The box had been uncovered during renovations to the basement of the Herbert C. Hoover Building. A wall had been demolished to reveal an empty rectangular space, which contained– Continue reading →

Alejandro went to the store and bought a house. It was time, and then some, to move out on his own. He gave the cashier-bot a fiver, and slid his new house into his wallet. There was a small status screen in one corner of the card, and a touch-sensitive combination pad to open the door.

“Don’t forget to set your code,” said the bot, as he left. Continue reading →