Lifeliners by Stefan Vucak Genre: Science Fiction When everybody is against them, it is tough being a lifeliner, as Nash Bannon found out. Lifeliners are ordinary people…almost. They can draw energy from another person; they live longer and are smarter. Scientists claim that Western high-pressure living and growing sterility in developed countries has triggered the … Continue reading Lifeliners
Ariel Paiement and I met through social media. We both share a love of fantasy. Author Bio Ariel Paiement is a fantasy author who writes the occasional historical fiction or science fiction novel. She enjoys all ranges of books and writing when it comes to reading, though fantasy and science fiction are her favorites. She … Continue reading Ariel Paiement
Hegira The Brin Archives Book 1 by Jim Cronin Genre: Science Fiction Pinnacle Book Achievement Award Recipient Reader's Favorite 5 Star Book Review Recipient Hungry Monster Book Review 4 Star Recipient His species became extinct decades before the aliens rescued and cloned him, but he still must do everything he can to save them all. … Continue reading The Brin Archives
The Trail in the Woods by Stanley C Straub Genre: Science Fiction Something or someone has encapsulated an entire valley on Earth. The story begins at an abandoned overgrown trail with the scary name of 'The Devils Tail'. The trail lies a few miles southeast of Portland Oregon. The trail has been around for several … Continue reading The Trail in the Woods
Exodus The Dead Planet Series Book 1 by Drew Avera Genre: Science Fiction The future is darker than you think! Serus is a killer. As a policeman he was recruited to be a weapon at the Martian government's disposal. Brainwashed into compliance, he’s lost the life he once had, but his memories remain. When a … Continue reading The Dead Planet Series
Revelations by Robert Sells Genre: Science Fiction Aster Worthington spearheads the First Contact Team to unravel a message from an alien race. “The Lambdons” promise free energy if humanity builds a few special robots and downloads their message into a super computer to direct construction of the fusion reactor. An excited world agrees and builds … Continue reading Revelations
Metrofloat New York by William Quincy Belle Genre: Science Fiction A Post-apocalyptic Sci-Fi thriller. Several hundred years in the future, Earth is a different planet. Antigravity has been invented and “flying” has given way to “floating”: giant platforms with cities remain above the growing surface temperatures as enclaves of the privileged. A global pandemic has … Continue reading Metrofloat New York
Prologue 2228 AD The abyss and its twin gape at the Martian sky as if aware of the pain to come. One in daylight, the other night, they disrupt a global desert. The tunnels thrust to the very heart of the planet, as if the God of War had twice speared his namesake and wrought its demise. Mars was never a kind deity, and while he is no longer capable of violence, his blood-colored world remains just as hostile to life. Here the sun rises and sets without mortality to mark the passage of time. The thin air constricts no lungs. The cold bites neither flesh nor frond. Beds of ancient waterways gather dust, indistinguishable from surrounding barrens. Volcanoes stand as slowly withering ghosts. The underground reservoirs that once supplied them with magma cooled to rock millennia ago. Deeper still, the once-molten outer core endured the same fate, entombing the mass of solid iron, nickel, and sulfur that had been its heat source: the radioactive inner core. Both are cold now, and there is no geologic activity throughout the entire planet. Mars orbits the sun—half again beyond Earth’s orbit—as a rocky corpse. But perhaps not eternally doomed. The tunnels are the first phase of a mission where the odds are seemingly light years long and without historical precedent. Even if the mission is initially successful, the duration is unknown. Something killed Mars before and can do it again. But a chance at life has arrived where there was none. An opportunity to restore the vibrancy of the planet’s youth, now only hinted at with subterranean ice and mysterious impressions upon the withered husk of the surface. In its first billion years, the red planet may not have appeared red at all, but purple or even blue like Earth, depending on the ratio of breathable air to iron oxide particles spewed from volcanoes and lifted by wind from mountains and deserts. Surface water existed in the form of streams and lakes and perhaps even seas. Clouds of water vapor circled the globe. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. Rain fell on Mars. And it was no coincidence that the planetary cores were active and “alive.” Radioactive heat loss and convective currents of magma produced a magnetic field that bound the atmosphere to the planet in a geologic dynamo, the like of which still functions on Earth. What killed Mars? Perhaps its smaller size limited the amount of radioactive supply, and it simply ran out of energy. Or massive impact with an asteroid ejected the charged particles out to space. Whatever the case, death arrived soon after the Martian inner core went cold. Having lost its heat source, the molten outer core turned to stone as if succumbing to the Hydra’s gaze. The dynamo failed and its magnetism all but vanished. Gravity alone was too weak to hold the atmosphere. Air and water molecules escaped into space. Without a magnetic shield and atmosphere to deflect them, solar winds and radiation further stripped the surface dry. Mars lost the means to support life beyond a microbial level. Now temperature fluctuations spawn the only weather events. Night and polar regions regularly plunge two hundred degrees below zero Fahrenheit; cold enough to freeze its most abundant gas—carbon dioxide—into dry ice, though at times the equator at full sun can reach as high as sixty degrees. Far less drastic temperature swings combine with the weak gravity in a near vacuum to spawn frequent dust storms. The greater the temperature difference, the larger the storm. Dust, prevalent everywhere, is lifted rather than scoured from the surface. Storms of it can be monstrous, at times engulfing the entire planet except for the gargantuan Olympus Mons. Far more common are the dust devils that waltz through a desolate Hell. Some of the rust-hued particles fall into the open maws and down the tunnels. No twists or turns arrest their journey. They gain no purchase along laser-bonded walls. Down they drift like mineral snowfall, passing signal relays at every mile. The dust falls for weeks toward the core. Recent inductees will never reach bottom before Detonation Event. Electronic relays form a spiral pattern and flash in sequence for two thousand miles, down and back again, each briefly illuminating a section of tunnel along the way. Constantly monitored by satellites positioned above, the relays are members of a large supporting cast. The lead roles belong to the hydrogen (thermonuclear) megabombs residing at the base of the each tunnel. These are cutting-edge nuclear fusion explosives; the latest in the class of Asteroid Busters. Ever silent, Mars awaits its chance at resurrection.
10,000 Bones by Joe Ollinger Genre: Science Fiction On the planet Brink, calcium is cash. The element's scarcity led the world's government to declare it the official currency. In the decades since, the governments of other colonized worlds have suppressed shipments of calcium in order to maintain favorable exchange rates, while Brink's Commerce Board has … Continue reading 10,000 Bones
My daughter, the wrinkled and dying woman lying in front of me, was the oldest-looking human on the entire planet. Yet, to the rest of the world, she was leaving us the youngest, as the new humans her age looked like they’d just passed puberty. The med-unit hummed solemnly. Hope felt my presence and opened her eyes, a tired look but the same as her mother’s, Laura. She didn’t have much hair anymore, and it had long since lost its ebony beauty. My heart shrunk in pain. How many times had I watched the people I loved the most leave me? It hurt more each time; there’s no drill and no training to teach one’s heart how to bear the loss of another. My heart grew colder and harder with each death. “Dad.” Hope greeted me with a broken voice. I thought I would have been strong, that the Palladium made me stronger. How wrong I was. I’d already lost my wife Mary, and Laura, then my first daughter, Annah, and now Hope’s life was vanishing before me and I couldn’t do anything about it. With all my resilience, strength, and inhuman capabilities, there I was...a broken father watching his little girl dying. What a cruel destiny the Moîrai had imposed on us Selected. “How are you?” “I’m tired.” She sighed. “But I’m ready.” I took a deep breath and walked up to her. Unable to say anything, I stepped to her bedside and took that bony hand. She smiled. “Your hand is warm, and I’m so cold...” My eyes looked for the nurse. “I’ll tell the doctors to raise the temperature.” Hope shook her head. “Inside...” At those words, my eyes filled with tears. “Darling...” “Dad...” she whispered. “I want my bed.” I managed to collect some air and sound calm. “You won’t last an hour in your bed, sweetie.” “I know.” Hope let go a long sigh. “Would you do something for me?” “Anything.” I looked at her, eager to do whatever she needed. My heart hung to her lips and I bent forward. Her eyes mocked me. “I know where I am.” Befuddled, I probed her mind. “How?” I started. “Am I not your daughter?” I blushed. “Hope, I didn’t want you to—” I glanced down as she squeezed my hand to interrupt me. With an effort, she raised her head. “Shhhh. It’s okay, Dad. Let everyone watch if they need to, but let me watch everyone, too.” My voice cracked. “You’ll never be forgotten.” My eyes held hers. “I love you so much.” “I know, Dad.” Her hand squeezed mine again. “Please, let me see, let me start the new beginning.” I didn’t know then, but those words put the seed of revenge in my heart and found fertile ground.