The Salvage of Core 925

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“How old it is it?”

Thurston peered out of the trawler’s window at the floating chunk of orbital debris, as he awaited an answer from the newest member of his crew.

“From this far out, it looks to be about…a hundred or so years,” Jiang said.  “Largely intact.”

Thurston turned to her.  “And no one else has claimed it yet?  That’s unlikely.”

“What should I do, boss?” the pilot asked.  Continue reading

Cloaked in Clay

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They say that a sculptor doesn’t create what she sculpts.  She only reveals what is already there in the medium.  I was not finding that to be true.  Either there was nothing to be revealed in the lump of clay that sat on the workbench before me, or I didn’t have the skill that a real sculptor is supposed to have.  The skill of sight.  The skill to see what it is that is seeking to be revealed in the medium.

Come on, I thought.  Reveal yourself.

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I Dreamed A Cookie

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I haven’t had the cookie dream in a long while, but I’ve always remembered it.  It’s not a unique scenario.  I find myself locked in the front room of a bakery overnight.  The lights have been shut off for the day.  But the ambient lights are still on.  I particularly remember the realization that I have been left alone with all that lies before me. Continue reading