The Grand Universal Singularity Resort

Standard
Digital painting. A black hole and surrounding space. At center, a black orb almost half surrounded by a pool of glowing white and yellow seen at a bias, angled from top left to bottom right. This pool is surrounded by a hazy ring of bright orange on the same plane. Fainter and thinner rings enclose the bright orange. Small bright spots are scattered among the rings. Darkness surrounds all. A wispy beam of light bursts out from the edge of the black orb, perpendicular to the plane of the rings. At bottom left, at the farthest ring, there is a small bubble.

“Uh…my—my last job?  I used to work at the, the Outer Spiral Roadhouse.”  Rekha pulled her gaze away from the mural of the butterfly nebula that arced over the vaulted ceiling of the main concourse, and looked down at her shift partner.

“No kidding?” Lianne said. “How long did it take you come all the way here from there?”

“Oh, uh, not long.  Not long.  Took a wormhole.”

Lianne glanced over at her.  “Well, look at you, Miss Moneybags.”

Continue reading

The Nanocosmetologist

Standard

“Yes, I can answer that,” Kaira said.

She felt a thin layer of sweat forming along her temples.  She took a breath and forced herself to pause long enough to send a mental command through the processing patch just below her throat.  The four investors sitting before her probably thought she was composing her thoughts.  But she was actually commanding the nanoparticles on her face to shimmer and give her that classic “dewy glow” while other particles swept any excess sweat back through her hairline. 

Or so she hoped.  She was still in the process of calibrating and training the mental commands program. Continue reading

The Archivist of Farthest Star

Standard

Archivist of Far StarTill the day of the accident, the worst part of this job was that I couldn’t tell my friends and family what I really did at the Institute.  They think I’m an intern or secretary.  I’ve been given a script of what I’m allowed to say and it purposely makes my job sound so mind-numbingly, eyelid-droopingly, attention-driftingly boring that no one will ask any follow up questions.  And that’s the point.

And till the day of the accident, the best part of my job was …everything else.

***

Continue reading