issue 14

The hover bucked. Davis staggered. The propulsion fans roared. He swore.

He cut power to the fans and looked out the back window...

I am you, and you are me. We haven’t met, but we will, in some months. Then again in a year. More frequently after that for a...

Miker drove our fire engine through the dark neighborhood, the red emergency lights flash-synching to the deep bass of the rumbler...

Say you’re lost in the hustle-bustle of the local farmer’s market in search of some shiny bibelot for your girlfriend, and you...

Note: This story is a game of skill. Can you solve it?

“Which door should we open? Help me think.”

“I’ve told you already, I have...