Book 1: The Tuesday Gun
“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.”-Carl Sagan
Prelude One
The wreckage is the only man made blot I can see. Jagged brown black ribs of metal rising like trees from the crystal clear ocean.
Read This InstallmentPrelude Two
I remember Eddie. He was kind of one of the family. My dad had been so proud when he’d brought him home in his old pick up.
Read This InstallmentPrelude Three
Trouble was, people forgot about the care, service and maintenance part. They were marketed as an infinite source of energy…
Read This InstallmentPrelude Four
I’m stood on the arm of a tower crane 200 feet above the ground watching an ice cream van pull up to the front gate of a poorly lit warehouse complex and I’m thinking about it.
Read This InstallmentA Bungled Heist (One)
We called it the Ark. Part warehouse, part museum. Acre upon acre of crated and preserved relics of forgotten science, engineering and craft. Stacked fifty high in places. A mausoleum of forgotten technology.
Read This InstallmentA Bungled Heist (Two)
Transcript.
.
ORDA Interview Tape #4183-E01-24i.
Case File: EN:242-01-1
Agent: [REDACTED] OA
The Invasion of Tycho Crater (One)
In the end, one rogue line of code was all it took.
The North Gate went down without tripping a single warning or alarm and the Indies poured into Tycho Crater en masse.
Read This InstallmentThe Invasion of Tycho Crater (Two)
My old man took us to see the Golems when we were kids. That was kind of my Dad’s thing, industrial history and the machines of yesteryear.
Read This Installment