Short Stories

Waking up in the future
A story of asteroids, anthropics, and angels
God is making excuses again, which is a real drag.
Today Kurt’s out strafing, which his stream loves, but which takes a lot of effort. Girl on the left, red jacket, half a block away.
There’s a part of the hivemind that takes the form of a child in a dark basement, perpetually curled into a whimpering ball.