The Maximal Pixie

“I’m getting incident reports from all over the station now. Someone woke up this morning with half their head shaved. It’s not messing with any of the systems though, or equipment.”

“So, not a gremlin?”

“Apparently not.”

“Then what?”

The station’s security chief glanced down, as if she were looking at a document. “I’m trying to parse all the objective details from the reports to see if there’s a pattern, a profile.”


“It…likes to play tricks?”

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Professor Gadston

“What do you think, Spencer?”

“Doesn’t it belong to them? The…tribe that lives in this area? Inherited from their ancestors?”

“The ancestors of the people that made this lived far, far from here, my boy.”

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