“Our Uncle on Proxima”

The tenuous atmosphere of Proxima Centauri b contained a relatively low level of oxygen, but this made no difference to Uncle or the children. The children were engineered to breathe the concoction of gasses present, and Uncle could actually do just fine with no atmosphere whatsoever.

I wrote “Our Uncle on Proxima” in the late summer of 2017. There was a great deal of speculation about Proxima Centauri b in the media at that time, and I was fascinated with the reports and suspicions about the planet that were appearing in Astronomy and other periodicals that year. The theories and hypotheses that were (and are) swirling around about Proxima Centauri b were (and continue to be) tantalizing.  Continue reading ““Our Uncle on Proxima””

“A Dead President and His Dinosaur”

The ghost of Franklin Pierce and a shaochilong walked into a bar.

The ghost of Franklin Pierce and a shaochilong walked into a bar. The raucous crowd fell silent.  Continue reading ““A Dead President and His Dinosaur””