Scientific, Technological life and Cyberpunk
The *Odyssey* drifted through the void, its hull scarred by decades of interstellar travel. Captain Mara Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved hand pressing against the cold glass as she stared at the derelict ship ahead. It hung…
The air in the station tasted metallic, like rusted gears grinding in the throat of a dead machine. Captain Mara Voss leaned against the observation deck’s reinforced glass, her breath fogging the surface as she watched the planet below. It…
The air reeked of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat as she adjusted the visor on her helmet. Outside the colony’s domed perimeter, the twin suns of Thalassa hung low…
The *Odyssey* hung in the void like a rusted nail, its hull scarred by decades of interstellar travel. Captain Mara Voss stood at the observation deck, her breath fogging the glass as she watched the dying star pulse above them.…
The Aether’s engines roared as it sliced through the void, its hull glinting under the light of a distant star. Captain Mira Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved hand pressing against the cold glass. The silence of space…
The sky over Thalassa-9 burned with hues of violet and sulfur, a swirling tapestry of gases that pulsed like a living thing. Captain Mara Voss gripped the control panel as the *Odyssey* shuddered, its hull groaning under the strain of…
The air inside the habitat dome tasted metallic, like rusted iron and burnt ozone. Captain Mara Voss adjusted her visor, squinting at the data stream flickering across her wrist display. Outside, the twin suns of Kethra hung low on the…
The air in the command module was thin, metallic, and tinged with the acrid scent of burnt circuitry. Commander Elara Voss gripped the edge of her console, her knuckles white as she stared at the flickering data stream. The ship’s…
## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica countertop smelled of old coffee and regret. Leo traced the ring stain with a calloused thumb, ignoring the persistent drizzle drumming against the corrugated metal roof. Outside, the sprawl of Neo-Austin blurred into…
## The Static Bloom The dust tasted like forgotten birthdays. Old metal, a sweetness clinging to the grit that coated Lena’s tongue. She hadn’t felt rain in seven cycles, not real rain anyway. Just condensation clinging to the geodesic domes…
## Static Bloom The chipped Formica countertop felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s forearms. Rain, not the usual Pacific drizzle, but a violet-streaked downpour, hammered against the diner’s window. It smelled like ozone and regret, a sharp tang that clung to…
## The Static Bloom The salt-sting tasted like regret on Elias’s tongue. He hadn’t expected the air to *feel* this thick, not after weeks cycling through sterilization protocols. The retrieval ship’s bay doors hissed open, revealing a bruised violet sky…
## The Static Bloom The salt-licked viewport smelled of ozone and regret. Kaito traced a finger across the bioluminescent scar blooming on the hull of the *Aetheria*, a megafraug salvaged from the Mariana Trench birth-fields. It pulsed with a sickly…
## The Static Bloom Dust motes danced in the single beam slicing through the viewport. Old Man Tiber, they called him, though barely sixty cycles ticked on his bones. He didn’t correct anyone. Names here were fluid, less about identity…
## The Static Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain hammered against the plate glass window, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into smeared pink and blue. He hadn’t touched his coffee,…