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It was the worst blizzard he had seen in years. At a stop sign, a car sat parked with its emergency lights flashing. A man stood beside it, waving to be picked up. He thought, what the hell, and pulled over. “Where are you headed?” he asked as the man
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He signaled the waiter for two more with his fingers. The bar was loud and packed that night. “Dude, what are you even talking about?” “Listen, man. The whole thing is broken. We’ve been using the same system for hundreds of years, and even Churchill said, ‘Democracy is the
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She spread her wings in a single movement, and light spilled from them as the trees around her swayed. With the same motion, she jumped and flew high above the clouds to catch the first ray of sunlight. As the sun began to rise, she positioned the bottle where the
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“When did we stop creating—really creating—and looking for what could be a better system?” asked Caph. “What do you mean?” replied Ain. “Like Winston Churchill said, ‘democracy is the worst form of government, except for all the others’—except he probably didn’t say that at all,” Caph
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The stars aligned on the ninth day at the ninth hour, a line of bright points drawn across the sky. Sand from the bottom of the ocean lifted, forming a path that began at the beach and followed the stars. A bridge of sand rose as the shadow stepped forward,
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He knocked on the door twice. A small metal trapdoor slid open, revealing only a pair of eyes. “Passcode?” the man said impatiently from behind the door. “Control what you can,” said the man outside. The door opened onto a dark corridor that led to a lavish room filled with
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“Mission control, we are in orbit and ready to land. Over,” said the pilot of the space mission carrying mycelium to Mars. “This is mission control, we copy. Good luck.” Dr. Archid watched the monitors as everything unfolded. “Do you think it’s going to work?” asked her colleague, Mizar.
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Listening to the song “Hijo de la Luna” by Mecano, he started to wonder why the moon would want a child. The water was still, except for the ripples made by the paddles of a small boat. When the ripples faded, in the middle of the dark lake, the man
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He was setting everything up, laying out the chairs and blankets. It was something they had done for years—to watch the meteor shower. She was a mechanical engineer and had managed to create a machine that translated a live image of the night sky into a kind of tactile
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“I’ll tell you a secret,” he said as they walked back from the store, taking the shortcut through the cemetery. “It’s a secret because, to this day, I’m not quite sure what I saw. That one summer in the woods—I woke up in the middle of
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“Dude, come to the window—he’s back, doing his thing,” J said, pointing at the homeless man across the street. The man dragged a box closer to a mailbox. Stepping onto it, he struck the mailbox a few times with a broken stick mended with tape. Then, straight-backed and
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She grabbed the crystal and held it in the air. Twisting it three times, she pulled it down like a zipper. As the crystal descended, it tore open a cut in the fabric of reality. A breeze spilled through from the beach on the other side. Her hair lifted with