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The More Things Change

Ten points if you understand this punchline.

VonSchtocker was pleased.

Decades ago, he had fled the crumbling Nazi regime to South America. There he had lived in oppulent secrecy ever since, and never once thought back to the filthy American mutts that had cost the Master Race its ultimate victory.

But they found him. Those ingenious bastards had managed to track him down after all these years, and sent Rangers wearing strange suits of battle-armor to bring him in. Even...
Shadows Trilogy - Part One: Shadows of Memory

I can feel the dead shadows of memory awakening ...

"ChryoSleep," they called it. Something my brother did, I'm sure. For somereason, I could never forget him. Doc said I'd have temporary memory loss as I readjusted to this new world, and it is a new world. 2516, he said.

Apparently I had a heart attack and was in a coma for two years in the 2050s. From what I've pieced together, they were going to pull the plug, but my brother fought for me to be put in ChryoSleep, crazy...
Shadows Trilogy - Part Two: Shadows of the Past

It all fell apart that day.

I had integrated fairly well into this new world, I thought. There were a fair number of things that would always be strange and alien to me, but mostly there were familiar concepts from home, albeit in different forms. I coped as most people do when they see something they can't handle or simply don't like; I ignored it.

My days consisted mostly of data checking and correction, reading through lists of numbers, verifying they match a second list. I...
Shadows Trilogy - Part Three: Reflections on the Past

I'm moving on with life.

Though it's hard sometimes, I carry on as if I actually belong here. I play little games with the systems, creating crude little chronometers that keep track of time the way I'm used to, a nice twenty-four hour day. Every morning I put one on my desk to replace the one taken during the previous night's maintenence. People sometimes ask why I bother. My response is always the same, "It passes the time," and I laugh at my little joke.

Once or twice a day...
Stoned Soup

   Four sharp raps on the door broke his concentration. Ben snapped his pencil in irritation before he slowly turned toward the door. Another interruption?! Who could it possibly be? The postman's already come, package delivery too, and I haven't ordered lunch yet. "What!" he shouted angrily at the door.
   "Ben! Alright, you're home! Let us in, man."
   "John? Bloody hell..." Ben opened the door to his apartment and let his friends in...
Zombies in the Quad Part 1

For Cian

   The figure ran across the quad, stumbling slightly. Though the space was open, bodies lay on the grass and the stars overhead did little to light his way. He panted heavily with each stride. Every pump of his legs brought him closer to his goal: the Cian Mac Mahon Memorial Library. Eight of them left the dorm four hours ago. Cody, JD, Lauren and Steve went straight for the library. Andy, Maria, Bridget and Jim made their way to the parking lot...
A Calm Discussion of the Potential in Time Travel

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The scene is a fine Spring day in the Year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and ninety-five. The Regent of the Eternal Empire has declared the day a Rest day, and in celebration of the holiday, people of all shapes and walks of life promenade through the sculpted gardens of Central Park. Two, in fine riding suits, are in the midst of a discussion that may be pertinent to the unfolding story. Let us listen in.

"Now, Oscar, how can you claim that the world could be anything but...
Debating Vampires

“So,” said McDermott, turning down the radio a bit. “Vampires; evil or misunderstood?”

Julian Bennet kept his eyes on the dark, winding road, but pondered the question. It was going to be a long drive – best to keep the mind occupied. “In general or by definition?”

“By definition.”

“I guess that depends on who's writing them – what sort of reason or source for them existing the author uses.”

“Don't dodge the question, Bennet.”

Bennet had known McDermott...