Everybody has their own stink. We're animals. We stink. Each stink is unique. Some stinks are more unique than others. "So, this old stank raised a stink over some skank's skunk."

Robin Cruces found himself alone on a blank page. His being found filled the page. It all started when Mr. Twaddle of 34 Hobbs Lane, in the Terran Enclave, attempted to subscribe

meatloaf packet in the freezer with your name on it. Don't forget it." "Mom, you don't have to remind me that you're dead. I know you're dead. How are you calling me on Mars?" "Oh,

That also implies that the world as we experience it is teleological. For what end? Far be it for me to the be that guy, but what if there is no end. What if existence is a glitch?

Consensusmind would miss her input and develop a blind spot. All because I let my emotions rule me that one time. I was trying to prevent more suffering. There's no more. It's all.

involved having the robot inject me with all the knowledge 20 years asleep in a classroom should have taught me. Once the machine overlords were satisfied that I was not feral, I

So even after we died we still had to take exams. I forgot about Enzo and decided to follow the goldfish on the autumn breeze. I flew off the bed and fell flat on my face. I awoke.

"I'll raise her to hyphenate if it is needed." I'm surprised it was still needing to be said. Catching up for the sins of the past was no party. The system was invisible in how in

Stella Stein stole. The only person still seated, seemingly, uninterested as this debacle unfolded, was Getrude Mellon-Staides, my sorority "sister". I limped my way over to her.

pocket trebuchet. Whether I was going to give Kevin a chance at Rico was still on my mind. It was moot though if Kevin didn't make up his mind quickly. He emerged with a plasma gun

The argument went like this. Being omnipresent creeps people out. I'm omnipresent. Therefore, I creep people out. I'm a creep. That was a sucker punch God didn't see coming.

That is not the only one either. There was a student named Bob Smith who attended Bob Smith Middle School. In these cases, one would suspect coincidence. Should we? Human nature is

scrapers. They found his body under the bouillabaisse tureens. When they went in to clean out his room they found something amazing. The man they despised had left them a future.

if she is as canny as they say. Vanessa Conquest lives up to her name. My brother was just a speed bump for her. I planned to show her, with her own gun, what a mistake she'd made.

as well as their Iranian counterparts. The Secret Service knew they and others would try to distract both candidates with psy-ops. They were ready. The President was the question.

given Lera more notice I was going to dismount. I mimed begging her forgiveness. On the phone, Dmitri said, "Perche", and hung up. Reinhold had gone to ground. I'd have to kill her

Tik Tok never bothered with the 4th. Nobody cared. It irked him when people would keep saying his name over and over whenever they'd see him. They thought it was funny. Never was.

"Go ahead and unleash them. Maybe it will do you some good. For now we have you in a sturdy canvas mailbag, but easy times are ahead," said Antoine LaJoie, unacknowledged nephew of

making progress if you can't even get out of bed to see if anything's good in the fridge, or to go out and check the sky and the weather, but instead lie in bed awestruck. Not that

BlastedHeath thought, "Yeah, that's a good point. Maybe I should relent a little, throw in a few duds and folds-gone-wrong. But I can't help that my output is generally excellent."