time traveler, interdimensional artist
I used to live and work at the edge of the mountains. The ranch that employed me for nearly ten years, ever since I quit school at sixteen and had muscles enough to lift a bale of straw, was the last farm to the west of a hundred thousand near identical farms, identical except that
...continue readingAt nights, in my free time, I look out of the rear engine’s crosscheck portal. The view is partially obscured by the dim electric blue glow emitted from the back of the ship because, of course it is, the portal was put there so the engineers could have a window out to see exactly that,
...continue readingBy definition a refuge class heavy cruiser is the lowest form of interplanetary travel ever designed and put into the ethers by human kind. I’m lucky to be aboard at all. If that doesn’t give you enough of a sense of my situation then maybe the rest of this story can. My name is Noah.
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