“I didn’t leave Lubumbashi to chase shadows!” the hunter shouted. “Where is mokele-mbembe? Where is this Congolese dinosaur?”
“Mokele-mbembe”
65 million years allow for more than cloning.
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“Our Undead Auxiliaries”
The Romans recycled almost everything.
And anything.
Pinned by Vandal hordes, the Romans sought any advantage.
“Move the undead soldiers to the front lines!”
“Death Drop”
“Why the ominous name?”
“The colonists refer to this as the ‘death drop’.”
“An Eye for Souvenirs”
An eye for an eye.
The detectives confronted him again in his driveway.
“Grab Afterlife by the Horns”
His shovel was ready.
He dreamed of his more leisurely pursuits.
“Voices in the Attic”
“Is someone up there?”
John pulled down the attic ladder. His children cowered behind him.
“Don’t Touch the Time Machine”
Time travelers can’t risk losing their train of thought.
“Wait! The time machine is operational! Don’t touch that b—!”
“Divine Suggestion”
My suggestion involves time travel.
After the asteroid slammed into Earth, a few squirrelly dinosaurs were still kicking.
“Dartball and Ghosts”
Can you have one without the other?
After a few beers, a jovial conversation focused mostly on dartball turned bizarre.
“I fought in the Battle of Trois-Rivières.”
“All Hail Sparky”
Desperate colonists.
A power vacuum.
Fading hope.
One malfunctioning robot.
Weeks became months.
“Overdue” turned into pleas pumped into space.
A Visit to the Idea Factory 