Hello, my name is F’delty. Would that you could see the tears on the transmitter as I write this… My father was one of thousands of Martians who hailed Mars begging for escape transports the day the Earthlings’ Great Barricade started to rise. For years, we have had no information of the outside galaxy, no […]Read More Newspaper in Exile
“C’therax! W-why h-haven’t you been t-t-transmitting?” Sarah said at the hologram. For months C’therax had been providing her information to share with the stranded Martian community on Earth. The past several weeks the signal had been silent and many of the underground Martians were getting worried. Outside she had her speaker blaring rock and roll […]Read More A More Perfect Internet
C’therax entered the small silver cylindrical habitation. It was nothing luxurious, but for good reason. It was expensive to transport anything across Jupiter’s gravity field. For those who loved gravity diving or wanted to be away from the busier planets though, this moon was the place to be. Through the shimmer of the gravity shield […]Read More What did you know?
We interrupt our usual Martian reporting for an Earthling Science Fiction Review: At one point during the political sparing of The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, an Indian newspaper recommends that the colonial population of the moon be killed off and “‘replace[d]…with ‘honest Hindu peasants’ who under[stand the] sacredness of life and would ship grain and more […]Read More Review: The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
“F’delty, this is Michael, my cousin.” Sarah said. F’delty gave a slight bow and shook Michael’s hand. “Sarah’s efforts to reverse Earthling hatred of the Martian people have given us much hope,” F’delty said. Michael nodded, never the talkative type. Sarah opened her laptop and activated the Command Line Interface. A few commands later a […]Read More Spider on a Mission
“You’ve been coming here everyday?” C’therax gave a start and looked back to see Sp’Rark approaching the crater’s edge. “You scared me,” he said. He turned back to look again at the vast Crater whose edge he was sitting at. The red soil here twinkled under the Martian sun. In the distance one could see […]Read More A Conquered Nation
For immediate publication on all news frequencies on the Hyperspace Tachyon Transmission Protocol: Cazimir Cometdust says he relives the explosion that destroyed his body at least once a month in his nightmares. “I remember there was a searing heat, and a boom that shook my ribs. I was screaming in pain…and then suddenly I felt […]Read More Heart of Steel