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Smug and Omnipotent

Somewhere in Manhattan, the modern forbidden city of the new empire, at the summit of one of the towering steel and glass monoliths, was one of the many enclaves of luxury in the sky. It served as a marble crusted sanctuary of indulgence for the robber barons of the world. The penthouse was their answer to the castles the old lords had occupied. Tyler Harris, a 34-year-old hedge fund manager, stood alone on a balcony that overlooked the sea of lights that was the shimmering of the empire's crown jewel. He was a tall and very handsome man in the classical sense. His angular features were chiseled out of lightly tanned skin. His hair was neatly trimmed and gelled, and his sports coat was perfectly pressed with not one visible wrinkle. He stood with perfect posture and radiated confidence. His rise in the rather Darwinian landscape of the financial sector had been nothing short of meteoric. He sipped his drink and leaned over the balcony's railing. He realized he was more


                                      (image from Evolution does not always lead to greater complexity, quite often the opposite is true. The natural history of this planet is rife with examples of organisms that grew simpler over time, and it was a simplification that allowed them to become so pervasive. The same is sometimes true of technology. The hands of man that manipulate and bend nature are still bound by it. It's man's ability to not only modify the living world around him, but in his ability to create, that makes him the mirror image of God’s, and just like the creations of God, their creations were often designed with malice, and often brought with them horror, chaos, and unimaginable destruction. By this time the scourges unleashed by man were constantly evolving and innumerable. One of these was an electronic creature classified as a Neural Infiltration Unit, but those more intimate with it simply referred to it as

Ivan Kommt!

There were hundreds of them standing at the edge of the forest. Patchworks of advanced units of the Red Army were congregating under the towering pine trees trying to shield themselves from the cold rains of early spring that fell in sheets from the gray sky. The restless soldiers had spent the last thirty or so minutes watching a captured self-propelled German artillery piece-a field gun that resembled a tank lumbering back a forth, its electric turret as it moved from left to right, the barrel adjusting its elevation up and down. The iron cross-painted on the side was splattered with mud from soldiers hurling clumps of earth at it while making bets on who could hit the center. In the gun’s sites was a house in a small German farming village that sat on the horizon. It was just a few houses and barns, too small to even appear on any of the military maps. Normal protocol would have been to burn it down and move on, but Germans had hit them with machine gunfire from there. Gray a

Observational Humor Is this little anecdote an echo from the end of time? Maybe something resonating from mankind's last moments? The Tony Danza Memorial Observatory was a colossal white dome that sat atop the highest hill overlooking a remote valley. Inside the humming of machines and the beeping of electronic instruments was accompanied by the nervous pacing of Dr. Werner. Occasionally he stopped to adjust his clothing-nervously straighten his tie, check a sensor, or look in the telescope’s lens, which showed only the vast emptiness of space. He was awaiting the arrival of Laura, his intern. He’d had an interest bordering on infatuation with her for some time. She was twenty-two; half his age, but he knew for someone like Laura age wasn’t an issue. She was interested in connecting intellectually, and Werner knew that made him the one she wanted. He’d spent months discreetly watching and admiring her. Only in the last few wee

The Beast

The Frontier: A timeline Chapter 2: Decline Chapter 3: Death The Frontier was the largest space hub in orbit. It hung in the sky like a second moon and shined just as brightly. It was a titanium behemoth, with dimensions measured in miles. Everything and everyone that came and went from Earth went through the Frontier. At any given time around fifty thousand people dwelled within its colossal frame and each one of them was just one part of the light that over the years we had come to take for granted on the surface. Because many trips through The Frontier were more often than not, one way the people inside knew it by another name, they called it The Beast. Everyone inside its walls, the cargo workers, the pilots, the engineers, the construction workers, all the other sorts of laborers had been consumed by it and they were what kept the light shining. And just like any living thing the monster was always growing and changing and it was constantly shedding and replacing all