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…

Mount Faithful

The ground shook. Streets broke in little chasms, pots fell and smashed on the floors, windows cracked. “The mountain is displeased,” the Topmost Faithful said. The other Faithful agreed. It was time for the sacrifice. It wasn’t an annual thing, heck, it wasn’t even a decennial one. The unspoken rule Read more…

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