The Roam of Lindsay Bison
The Roam of Lindsay Bison
Lindsay Bison
This is where hooves pound the plains into a speculative fiction pulp. The pasture contains a variety of grasses, long and short, quick growing and slow to mature. All of it written in digital longhand.
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Tan uniform. A body that would have fit it comfortably two years ago. The optimistic hubris of the day's test subject. Carl---a middle-manager that Gerty hoped to never see again. His last name already forgotten, even though it was at...
Gerty surveyed the client. Military haircut and uniform. A smug smile even though he was just reviewing the waiver he was required to sign. High ranking; her superior on paper, though she had never seen him before. Obviously used to...
Gerty took a detour through the medical tent on her way to the latest test of the escapement mechanism. The stretched canvas shelter was only about one-third full, and though it was a temporary building, to her it had become a permanent...
They were back in the lab, and Ada was trying to convince them that they had been making progress. "Let me try again, we were really getting somewhere last time," she said. Utsab handed over the device. Wemly could tell when he was...
Fana and I have been spending time after work above the exhaust vents in the interstitial space. Normally it is just warm enough to keep the various liquids that are piped through the area from freezing, but sitting directly on top of...
The first thing Wemly did was run a control to ensure the device was working as she imagined. She hastily scrawled “the snow doesn’t melt if it’s frozen in place” at the top of her lab book, then deactivated the escapement mechanism....
The smell of powder, of night, of crystalized darkness exploding with the press of the trigger. Of rent earth. Jol pivoted, spun. He was the wind, whirling, able to be as he pleased, anywhere he desired. His breath itself was the night...
For Jol, the underworld had always been a vague threat. A leftover from childhood, the hand of discipline raised by his father when obedience failed. He saw now, in the split prairie and chasm of molten liquid that spurted from it, that...
The present does not exist. It hasn't for weeks. I have been captured by the video and pictures of Jannshek before his accident. And it's not even the accident that bothers me. It's his recovery and the role I played in it. Ever since...
Seven nights and as many mice, and they hadn’t made any progress. Utsab hadn’t picked up the mechanism in over a day, instead working on a paper for a grad student. The bags under his eyes testified he had pulled an all-nighter to make...
It has been nine days since the seventh alignment of the current star cycle. Alignment Day in the core is a much bigger deal, but it felt more special here in the outer concentric. I experienced cultures mashing their own celebratory...
I wouldn't believe today if I hadn't experienced it myself. Shah came and brought me into his office so I could read the official memo and ensure he wasn't fucking with me. On his screen, official handshake icon in the corner, was a...
They fired Jannshek and Jannshek. Well, Shah did, but the company made him. I think he was able to choose who to let go, and the gallows humour going around was that it was easier to pick one name than two, a sort of psychological...
The mice weren't so lucky. A connected brain seemed like a requirement. Wemly and Utsab went through mice like batteries in a particularly demanding device. Wemly was able to repeat her initial maze experiments but could do nothing to...
Utsab was wearing the escapement mechanism. “I had to envision it connected to the switch,” Wemly reiterated. Utsab waved away her advice. “Already there. I can see the default model file on the device, and the new file on the server,...