Weeks became months.
“Overdue” turned into pleas pumped into space.
Desperate colonists.
A power vacuum.
Fading hope.
One malfunctioning robot.
Weeks became months.
“Overdue” turned into pleas pumped into space.
The future of church architecture is now.
The earliest church was constructed from timber and turf.
The wonderful truth about our existence.
Dear Children — this is how we came to be:
Adam begot Elvis.
Elvis begot Tandy 2000.
I posted this science fiction serial about the first manned mission to Proxima Centauri b to my Twitter account in January of 2017. Each entry was crafted around a different writing prompt from that particular day.
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The fallout from the asteroid impact strained humanity.
Man set his gaze upon the stars.
A new home awaited him in space.
Don’t turn that dial.
The executive and technician quietly hid in the laboratory.
A farewell to mankind.
“We never wanted to replace you.”
The android expressed no emotion, but paused for a moment.
A collection of ominous short fiction from my Twitter account (@jojascully).
The mine shaft erupted in flames.
“Well, you found me,” Satan said pushing a drill out of the way. “Now, which way to the surface?”
Mechanized terror from the cosmos.
For hours a 300-foot space robot terrorized Winnipeg.
“Robots need a good oiling of course!”
“The robots are coming!” Henry shouted. Continue reading ““The Robots Are Coming to Oil City””
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””