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#94 Rita Carla Francesca Monticelli

  Rita Carla Francesca Monticelli is an Italian science fiction and thriller author. She has lived in Cagliari (Sardinia, Italy) since 1993, earning a degree in biology and working as a writer, scientific and literary translator, and freelance web copywriter. Rita’s website: http://www.anakina.net/en/index.html Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Rita-Carla-Francesca-Monticelli/e/B0089YQE4U Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rita_Carla_Francesca_Monticelli Twitter: @ladyanakina Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RitaCarlaFMonticelli *** Music …

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Machine before Man

They announce imminent death. The choices are: pray or fix it. John Boon decides on the second option and a third. “The fuck’d this gas giant come from?” he screams at Houston, Lunar-base-Earth. “Sorry, Johnny, bad math.” He cocks his fist but refrains from hitting his instruments. Boon knows the voice isn't human. It's the …

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#24 Jasper Hamill

    Jasper is Tech and science editor for the The Sun. He loves conspiracy theories and thinking beyond whats possible. This conversation made my imagination soar. I felt bad for Jasper, because everything he said made me want to tell him stories. Lots and lots of stories. Thankfully he was raised in London England …

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The Dunes pt. 3

Part 1 Part 2     The captain idles his mind with questions. What is it one does when death and destruction are the primary pursuits?. Where wealth is measured in lives and supplies? Where gold is mainly melted and worn because there are few places to spend it when one earns it in a …

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The Dunes pt. 2

  Continued from part 1     And the boy comes. He crawls over the rusting haul. He notices small drifts of powdery sand. He sees chips of old paint. He feels the heat of the dying day on his sun blistered back. He crawls into the shadow of the living decay. The boot of …

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Benjamin

Benjamin stands at what use to be the 23rd street entrance to the FDR. The salty air from the tidal estuary, that was once known as the East river, is fresh and inviting. He wishes he could just go for a little swim. Time is against that desire though. Benjamin is tall for his age, …

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The Rover

The rover had been given the command to stop five minutes ago. The new command was take and send a photo. All of the engineers waited. A quiet developed loud in its intensity. They have to wait five more minutes for the image to arrive. One of the junior air force guys tries to whisper, …

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