By Chef Unxmaal
//This is part five of a series. Click here for part one.
When I was about thirteen, I stayed at my uncle’s house over the summer. I didn’t know it, but my parents were getting divorced and they wanted me to have a fun summer without dealing with the stress of moving. I loved my uncle’s place, so I was thrilled to find out that I would get to stay there all summer. Continue reading “The Thing on the TV”
By Chef Unxmaal
//This is part four of a series. For part one, click here.
I hated that town. Sprawled across the rotting foothills of a dead mountain chain, the city was a mass of Old South racism and corruption, filled with inhabitants too poor or too sentimental to leave for someplace better. The city sweltered in the mid-summer heat, smog from traffic mixing with lethal amounts of pollen and dust to form a soup that killed asthmatics as effectively a whiff of mustard gas.
I had acquired a sum of money from a job a few months back, and my needs were modest, so I had nothing better to do than hang out at the fountain downtown, or at the coffee shop nearby. I met Charlie first, when I noticed some truly phenomenal photographs on his laptop. They were all of beautiful, decayed structures, some of which I had seen around town. Charlie never made eye contact as he explained, in his mild, halting speech, that he didn’t take the photos, those were Jack’s, but he handled setting up Jack’s website. Continue reading “The Side Tunnel”
By Chef bencbartlett
36,400,000. That is the expected number of intelligent civilizations in our galaxy, according to Drake’s famous equation. For the last 78 years, we had been broadcasting everything about us – our radio, our television, our history, our greatest discoveries – to the rest of the galaxy. We had been shouting our existence at the top of our lungs to the rest of the universe, wondering if we were alone. 36 million civilizations, yet in almost a century of listening, we hadn’t heard a thing. We were alone.
That was, until about 5 minutes ago. Continue reading “Radio Silence”
By Chef JRHEvilInc/Joel R. Hunt
Sector F wake protocol initiated.
Sector F wake protocol successful.
ALL CREW MESSAGE – Welcome back to the land of the living, F crew! You will find the place in shiny condition (we have alphabetized the protein bars. You’re welcome) so don’t mess it up for G! And don’t draw on our faces while we’re in stasis, either. We will remember, and we WILL get revenge. You have been warned. Also, F crew briefing in respective conference rooms. If you don’t know your conference, I have the list, so ask me. Nicely. – Sector E Junior Stasis Manager E. Wilks
ALL CREW MESSAGE – Reminder to crew. ‘All crew messages’ should maintain professional standards throughout – jokes are not appropriate. ‘All crew messages’ available to JUNIOR officers are a privilege, not a right. – Sector E Commander J. L. Benson
ALL CREW MESSAGE – Reminder to Sector E crew. Meet your Sector F counterparts for debrief before reporting to your pre-assigned stasis chamber. Any complications with your chamber should be reported to your pre-assigned chamber monitor IMMEDIATELY. Failure to do so will result in automatic DEMOTION. Pre-stasis exercises are mandatory. – Sector E Commander J. L. Benson Continue reading “The Ship’s Log”