My beautiful, lovely, and ever-supportive saltmate, and co-conspirator on Bi Bi Bi, Imogen Cassidy, has written a story that I love called Beta Child.
There was a legend — of a ship — somewhere out in the belt. It was garbled. Maybe it wasn’t even a ship. Maybe it was a station, leftover from some alien civilisation that grew out of Earth’s primordial ooze and evolved before dinosaurs ruled, or maybe they were dinosaurs, space dinosaurs who saw that a planet... Continue Reading →
He floated next to the gyro in the calm silence of space. This was as close to “outside” as he ever got — ever would get if he had any say in it. He was station born, not quite so rare these days as it used to be, at least outside of the founding Company families, but still something to be wondered at. Station wasn’t the kindest place to children, unless you had very supportive parents. Manny was lucky that way.
In the beginning, there was dark. He couldn’t quite remember why it should be light, but he had vague memories of laughter and singing and fluffy whiteness that was completely opposite to the dark he was seeing now. When the light clicked on he winced and pulled back, as though he could escape the brightness. It was harsh, and it hurt at first, making him more blind than the darkness had. Slowly, his eyes adjusted.
The Galactic Council room was by necessity large - three of its sixty-eight members had to be seated in tanks filled with gases poisonous to four of the others, five needed extra gravity and sixteen needed special vocal amplification technology in order to be heard. Not to mention five delegates were larger than galactic average by several factors. The result was an enormous hollowed out mountain in the tenth sector, and meetings were necessarily infrequent. Most delegates much preferred digital communication.
Grob Thraktar, the undisputed champion of my goblin army, who had slain more elves than the most mighty of human warriors, taken more heads than the savage hydra of eastern Hoflaiin, and who had once single handedly wrestled the giant sandwyrm of the Blasted Wastes into a pit of firedrakes, was also always the one who was most enthusiastic about suggestion night.
Read it at The Colored Lens. Via.