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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I am unhinged. I waste the days. I have tics. I haven’t been sleeping well. I stare at the shuttle---the one I rented---in its bay when I walk by. Sometimes I go to the hangar when I have nothing to inspect, just to look at it. I imagine...
Back at the lab, Wemly had essentially given up on her abstract---the one figure she was allowed could be culled from some previous presentation given to Warner, and she already had the basic shape of the text. It was only 250 words, and...
Me, and what seems to be every traveller who makes it out this far, have come to park their ships in geosynchronous orbit above Verde Cap. Most of the visitors are from beyond Bennu, which makes for interesting chatter on the public...
I'm in the orbital gravity of Eip, a perfectly elliptical asteroid that is passing through the outer protection ring of Bennu Station for the first time in 2013 years. Getting here is easy on the big ships that will take a tourist, if...
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