Wayfinder’s War

The lean figure of Major Sophia Villafana appeared from behind a towering blackish-red fern that was the color of drying blood. Despite her bulky white environmental suit, the biologist practically skipped a beat  as she moved from one plant to another taking samples.

Continue ReadingWayfinder’s War

Where A Forest Grows

Tom Morestead stared through the plexiglass observation window and looked for it. It was out there amid the trees. For the last 20 years of his life on Mars, Tom had tended to those pines. That was a long time to spend with them. Long enough to learn when something was off.

Continue ReadingWhere A Forest Grows

Name No One Man

The fence that marked the border of Renaud’s estate came into view, tipped with elegant spear points and bearing the requisite lightning bolt symbols at intervals—the warning he gave to ensure everyone would know his home was not to be trifled with. The car stopped at his front gate, and the back window lowered beside him. A camera pivoted, the facial recognition software identifying him with a chirrup.

Continue ReadingName No One Man

Homecoming

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” Asked the blonde news anchor of Wake Up! Waterloo. “I’m sorry?” Sarah asked, running her hands down the front of her smart gray suit. That question hadn’t been on the list her publicist had sent over.

Continue ReadingHomecoming