My given name is Isaac Jameson, but most people know me as the Lifewalker. It is a fitting title. In a world where few men live to the age of twenty five, I wander the Earth alone, watching each generation spring up as wheat, bear seed, and pass away with the autumn frost. Yet with each new crop of humanity, death refuses to harvest me – a stranger in his own homeland, a man washed up on the shores of time while the world spins wildly beneath him. There are some who would view these many long years of life...

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I am a particle physicist who works at CERN, for the European Council for Nuclear Research, located on the Swiss-French border. Multiple research teams from around the world work within the massive underground facility, each participating in different projects in order to better understand atomic sub-structure, dark matter, supersymmetry, and the make-up of time and space, all by smashing particles together at near-light speeds. My team is relatively small, just a handful of us, but we make up merely a fraction of a one-hundred-strong community of incredibly talented scientists who work and operate at this world-renowned nuclear research facility. Due...

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People once said forty days and nights of rain was enough to flood the whole world, and today this makes us smile, because it’s been raining for forty years. In the equipment bay I feed myself into a survival suit with the practice of many years. Brilliant orange, with breathing gear, flotation system, radio locator beacon, light. The name Lytton, K is stenciled at the breast – my suit, made for me, Kira Lytton, in the workshops below. The suit will keep me alive for 24 hours if I’m ever unlucky enough to be separated from this metal island on...

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Daniel woke up with a note pinned to his pillow. His first thought was that his home had been invaded. Like most nights, he’d slept alone. He pulled on pajama bottoms and grabbed the baseball bat he kept by the bed. He searched his one bedroom efficiency apartment in seconds. The bathroom was empty, the two closets unoccupied, and the refrigerator held only leftover pizza and milk with a questionable date. The door was triple locked from the inside, deadbolt in place, chain engaged, and the hinge lock fastened. He put the bat back by his bed and unpinned the...

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The Titan entered Marak’s field of vision abruptly, looming overhead as it emerged from the cave. He ducked behind a rock, not wishing to draw its attention. They weren’t ready for that. Behind him, his team followed suit. “Commander?” asked Bor. “Hold steady. Examine, but don’t approach”. In the rocky clearing above, the creature moved, its angular limbs thudding against the ground. No attempt at stealth, or caution, henoted*. They’re beyond that now – the reports were right.* His mind shuddered at the implications. His name was not Marak, of course, and he did not call it a “Titan”. The...

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Adelle Montessori set down her landline, again infuriated with how her husband’s divorce lawyer chose to play the game she intended to win. Taking a calming breath and reminding herself she was sitting behind her office desk – her domain – she exhaled to look up as her glass office door opened. ‘The… freelancer has finished packing up his equipment,’ her assistant, showing that frightened glint in her eyes Adelle had grown to disdain, shared. ‘He’s waiting outside.’ ‘Well, show him in,’ she instructed, before rising off of her leather chair. Adelle was a slender, yet curved, African woman in...

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At a time of night when sensible paranormal paraphernalia should have been snoring in a hole somewhere, something woke Brad up from a deep and boozy sleep. Propping himself up in bed, he looked across at the wall opposite and caught his own reflection in the mirror, picked out by the shaft of a sodium street lamp through the ill-drawn curtain. The reflection was blurred. In Brad’s condition, it was going to be, but this was not a kind of blurring that was familiar to him; as if the mirror was vibrating. Brad sat bolt upright as the mirror fell...

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Luna sat shuffling her tarot cards in the farthest and darkest corner of the bar. She watched the tourists coming in, with the traders and the shippers and the seekers. What were they seeking? Lots of things could be found that far out in space and lots of things couldn’t be. It tended to be the things that couldn’t be found that they were seeking. The bartender, Gil, held up a teapot across the room and nodded to her, She shook her head. He kept a pot of hibiscus tea brewing just for her, as everyone else was drinking much...

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Spring Cowan was walking in the woods the first time he saw Angel. He was really looking for a haunted house the real estate lady told his parents was back there and he’d walked further into the woods than he’d ever gone before. There was an inch of snow on the ground except where the sun came through the trees for most of the day. In those places the ground was muddy. Cowan felt the crisping of the snow under his boots and looked at his footprints, wanting to remember what they really looked like when he could really see...

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Thesis Suddenly, E-boyd realized that his left arm, just below the elbow, had transformed into a machine. No, more of a bionic extension of his flesh—but then he noticed, when he rotated his elbow into the light, that the flesh seemed to transition smoothly into metal, a soft aluminum, or brushed titanium covered by a translucent finish. He touched the seam between skin and metal and felt the uninterrupted progression of organic matter into inorganic material. When the change had taken place and why were questions he momentarily failed to consider—he was overwhelmed by the beauty of the engineering, and...

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