View from my front porch during the Flood (of 2013, we’ve had more than one!) The emergency guys are trying to tow trapped cars out of the (submerged) street.
As always, photo by the lovely and talented Annie.
View from my front porch during the Flood (of 2013, we’ve had more than one!) The emergency guys are trying to tow trapped cars out of the (submerged) street.
As always, photo by the lovely and talented Annie.
“It doesn’t make any sense. They crossed through the gate in perfect health and comfort. Why would their bodies begin failing within hours?”
The Stereopticon displayed the result of Dr. Samuelson’s work on N-dimensional transformations—the press called it the “Mirror Universe.” The results of all robotic exploration, and every sort of preliminary testing that the team could think of demonstrated essentially what the theory had predicted: Another universe, identical to our own, but reflected.
Dr. Samovar showed Samuelson his own hand reflected in a pocket mirror.
“Chirality. Stereoisomers. Right- and left-handed molecules. You’ve got to bring them back, doctor!”
Inspired by this week’s Picture It & Write prompt:
The high-tension power lines overhead charge the electrified barbed-wire barrier. From the fence hangs a very simple—and effective—warning for trespassers: “Warning! If you cross this fence, you will die!” It prominently features a “jolly roger” on a field of red.
The Thomkins Clan is deadly serious. In 2045, they successfully seceded from the United States, making it quite clear to the government that the Clan possessed the military firepower necessary to enforce their desire for independence.
Thanks to some mid-60s booster rocket plans and 3D printer technology—that is the Clan’s private ICBM silo, over in that cornfield.
In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt: