So I had to text my cousin about my eggs, of course. She was hauling roughly 47000 pounds of pipe to an oil rig out west of nowhere, near Pecos. She was still working on last night

Distracted by foldingstory.com, I inadvertently cooked the best hard boiled eggs I've ever cooked. I'd forgotten I had put them to boil. I didn't remember until I saw them. An hour

Should my full attention be on this relentless drum track playing or finding the killer in the crowd? The drum beat was tickling my root. It was giving me a boner. The killer must

Little Rodney glanced over to the cafeteria. Charlie was all over it. He signaled Little Ping to get the Molotov sippy cups ready. No Viet Cong was going to get HIS blood money!

Landfill and got himself into deep shit. He sure as hell wasn’t going to enter maturity being called Pookah. So, he hid in the trash for a full year before feeling confident enough

Ben & I were on the Red side; Ken & Len were on the Blue side. Since we all wanted to be on the same side, Ben & I asked to be traded to the other side; Ken & Len did the same.

Yes, I was that committed that I could be startled by her and oblivious to her at the same time. I was focused on the task at hand and that wasn't her. Synthetic kicks & wings did

all know the whole roll since your signature on all the NDAs said you do or you wouldn't be aboard. Welcome to the ArkShip, AS-001, the USS Paris Jackson. I'm Captain Vivekananda.

"The Poet is dead," said Aoki. "Hang on. Who says there's only one? And if anyone out there thinks they're writing me, I take exception to that and there will be consequences!" An

Ando went through the motions of dragging on a spliff in the quantum woods we called our pad. "I miss being incarnate, foxiness, attraction. Kind of glad I still suffer, in a way."

-her reason to protect Cecil Harbaugh: sometime during our "experimental" years I took a DNA sample and discovered his liver would be a compatible replacement for mine. Of course

"Why can't I have flesh-and-blood babies anymore, doctor? Why do they transcend so early? Is it wrong to be perishable, incarnate and to suffer? Who decided that and when?" Dr. And

The other day someone derided me for some whatever privilege just based on my name. They had no idea how difficult it is to live as a fictional character in a post-fictional world

"Time is collapsing, Sanjay. If your life lacks meaning it's only because we are approaching the Singularity by way of ads, propaganda, and marketing." "Dad, I'm a cat. My friends

of course couldn't understand those words before her birth and eventual enculturation, but Teresa Jr. did eventually own the best bowling and putt-putt golf places in the tri-state

the colonists' phrenotypes and their prefs regarding pod arrangements. The colonists were largely stubborn retrograde hominids who chose incarnation over the quantum lifestyle.

"I don't know, Adrian," Martika said, fingers in her hair. "Sure, in three years the air of Granola 6 will be safe for us to breathe, but why am I stuck in this pod with you and

-game scenario that some sick bastards hope for because they don't know how to live. "Immanentize the Eschaton" is their mantra. Who knows how these pond scum are even literate? In

fire when I was ten, involving sparklers ("Boys will be boys," my Dad said, relieved), the time I set my Dad and the whole house on fire psychically (it was a surprise to me), and

Ariadne finished suiting up, determined the direction of travel, and bunched up the other spacesuits for padding. Her section of ship passed through the asteroid field unharmed but