The Lemonuclear Conductor

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Digital drawing of a humanoid person with a long-haired mohawk and scaly skin on the left, seen from shoulders up and from the back, pointing at a display of multiple glowing holographic displays with various readouts. The main display shows some kind of containment vessel or reactor vessel.

The ridges on the back of my neck were prickling. 

I checked the feed from the cargo bay.  A dozen steel drums.  All of them full.  The bay was empty otherwise.  Normally that would have irked me, but the promised payment from this one delivery was worth the wastefulness of a near-empty cargo bay.  The drums and their contents were pre-approved to pass through every one of the near-hundred checkpoints that we were about to encounter.  It would not have been worth the risk of being stopped at every checkpoint for a full reckoning of our cargo if we were carrying our usual assortment of items—living, non-living, legal…not-so-legal. Continue reading

A Tale of Nine Lemons

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The couple had thirteen children by the time they were finished siring.  One by one, as each child came of age, they were sent out into the world to seek their fortunes and their purposes for themselves.  To each child their parents gave one gift to help them on their way.  And upon receiving their gifts, each child proclaimed their grand aims. Continue reading