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The Antidote
July 22, 2009 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Health, Medicine, Science Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Epidemic, Illness, Science Fiction | by davidbdale | 9 comments
Although aspects of the procedure must be painful beyond enduring, I’m not among the noisy many who call it cruelty to harvest an essential medicinal from its only source, but I admit I don’t envy the donor. Read the rest of this entry »
Space Junk
August 3, 2008 in 299 Words, Business, Entertainment, Fiction, Flash Fiction, How-To, Humor, Literature, novels, Occupation, Sci-Fi, Science, Science Fiction, Short stories, Space, Stories, Technology, Travel, Very Short Novels, Writing | by davidbdale | 7 comments
I do so much more than gather data. My predecessor, the AIM12, was essentially a gather-and-analyze drone, but even she had vested interests, if I may say—and because of my protocol, I may—before they unloaded her higher functions and transferred her to payroll. Read the rest of this entry »
Weekday Executioner
June 16, 2008 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Sci-Fi, Science Fiction, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels | Tags: Killer, Philosophy, Sci-Fi | by davidbdale | 6 comments
Nobody has ever asked me to find anybody they didn’t want me to kill. I don’t mean to complain. Unlike others in our group, I have a clear objective, but it’s not the way I’d like to be defined, as a killer per se, Read the rest of this entry »
Tan Machines
December 29, 2007 in 299 Words, Fiction, Flash Fiction, novels, Robot, Sci-Fi, Science Fiction, Short stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Danger, Dystopia, Eye Contact, Mystery, Sci-Fi | by davidbdale | 4 comments
They dance at parties now who only ten years ago moved like tan machines or seated at desks impersonated receptionists or standing stiffly with legs spread functioned as security guards. Read the rest of this entry »
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