Digital Fang

“Bite me,” Tony said. “Okay,” Dimitri said, brought out his fangs and was tearing open his jugular before his helpless victim could even blink, let alone react. He bit down with his fangs and drank up his blood. It was warm, gooey, and salty. Everybody kept describing blood as metallic, Read more…

Selenography

The Chinese probe refused to give permission. “It’s my moon,” it sent back laconically. The Russian lander, brazen as ever, proceeded with the moon landing. Chang’e shot it down with its laser. It wasn’t even that hard to do, it had been storing electricity with its solar panels for so Read more…