“Mokele-mbembe”
65 million years allow for more than cloning.
65 million years allow for more than cloning.
The Romans recycled almost everything.
And anything.
Pinned by Vandal hordes, the Romans sought any advantage.
“Move the undead soldiers to the front lines!”
“Why the ominous name?”
“The colonists refer to this as the ‘death drop’.”
An eye for an eye.
The detectives confronted him again in his driveway.
His shovel was ready.
He dreamed of his more leisurely pursuits.
“Is someone up there?”
John pulled down the attic ladder. His children cowered behind him.
Time travelers can’t risk losing their train of thought.
“Wait! The time machine is operational! Don’t touch that b—!”
My suggestion involves time travel.
After the asteroid slammed into Earth, a few squirrelly dinosaurs were still kicking.
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.”
Desperate colonists.
A power vacuum.
Fading hope.
One malfunctioning robot.
Weeks became months.
“Overdue” turned into pleas pumped into space.