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The Web at WappingMaureen Cahill first noticed the men in the Ford Granada on a Thursday morning in late November. They were parked on Wapping High Street, just past the chandler's, engine running against the cold. Two men in overcoats, one drinking tea from a polystyrene cup, the other staring straight ahead at nothing. She pulled her cardigan tighter and hurried past St. Patrick's, the wind off the Thames...0 Comments 0 Shares 21 Views 0 Reviews
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The Polite DisappearanceThe first thing that happened was the dinner invitation that never came. Dr. Samir Haddad had been a fixture at the Harringtons' annual September gathering for seven years — ever since he'd arrived at Grinnell College as a newly tenured associate professor of political science, his wife Nadia beside him, both of them still dazzled by the earnest friendliness of the Midwest after the sharp...0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews
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Two Frequencies of RainEDITH — 1925 The rain began just as Edith Pargeter stepped off the number 11 omnibus at Hammersmith Broadway. She pulled the collar of her coat tighter — a grey wool thing that had belonged to her mother and still smelled faintly of lavender and coal smoke — and hurried past the King's Arms toward Brackenbury Road. It was the twelfth of November, a Wednesday, and she had been working at the...0 Comments 0 Shares 13 Views 0 Reviews
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The Last Light ConeThe message from Earth was 4.7 petabytes long. Captain Lena Kowski watched the quantum entanglement sync complete and read the AI's summary with a feeling that was equal parts pride and dread. "Message classification: Urgent Civilizational Preservation. Source: Earth International Coalition Control. Duration: 47 minutes of continuous transmission. Content: Full-spectrum data archive including...0 Comments 0 Shares 5 Views 0 Reviews
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The Spectrum MapThe electromagnetic spectrum looked like a battlefield. And Director Martin Cross was the general who had just realized the war had gone nuclear without anyone declaring it. 2:14 AM at the NIGHTWATCH operations center beneath Fort Meade. The main display covered an entire wall -- a real-time color-coded map of the electromagnetic environment across the North Atlantic theater. Green for clear...0 Comments 0 Shares 5 Views 0 Reviews
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The Chicago Catalyst: A Bootlegger's Alchemy and the Accountant's PoisonThe year was 1925, and Chicago burned with a light so bright it cast shadows at midnight. The city had grown into a leviathan of brick and steel and ambition, its skyline punctuated by the towering smokestacks of stockyards and factories and its streets pulsing with the energy of a population that had swollen from two million to over three million in just fifteen years. Prohibition had turned...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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The Committee for Neighborhood WellnessThe letter arrived on February 12, 2006, printed on letterhead that read Grand Valley State University Community Relations and addressed to Professor Amir Rahimi, Department of Comparative Literature, who had joined the faculty eighteen months earlier from the University of Michigan and who had never expected that his acceptance of a tenure-track position would require him to also accept an...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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The Fractal Echo of Suburban ConnecticutThe year was 1957, and Connecticut was a state that had discovered the infinite power of repetition. The suburbs were growing outward from the rail lines like a fractal pattern, each development mirroring the last in a recursive pattern of Cape Cods and Ranch styles, white picket fences and green lawns and garages that housed cars that were becoming larger and more powerful each year, with...0 Comments 0 Shares 17 Views 0 Reviews
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The Genetic Memory of Submerged LondonThe year was 2083, and London was a question that the sea had asked and the city had answered with silence. The Thames Barrier stood as a monument to the age of hubris, when humanity believed it could construct a wall against the consequences of its own architecture, its steel gates folded back like the petals of a metal flower that had closed against a storm that never stopped coming. Now the...0 Comments 0 Shares 21 Views 0 Reviews
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