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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Question and Answer (Conclusion)" by Jonathan Andrew Sheen

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The suit paced slowly around the repair shop as they talked, cleaning up a bit here and there as it went. The ringing of its metal footsteps was far quieter than its mass would seem to call for. It was a strange effect of the low gravity, one Pieter thought he'd never get used to.
"That does not seem logical," the suit was saying.
They were discussing the relative merits of socialism; Pieter didn't seem to think there were many. He'd quoted John Kennedy -- "Ask not what your country can do for you..."

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Question and Answer (Part 2)" by Jonathan Andrew Sheen

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The main casing for the suit's computer-memory center was just below the oblong shoulder pack that ran the small army of cameras and antennae with which the suit -- and thus, Pieter -- looked at so much the outside world. It was removed along with a half-dozen screws and three safety interlocks.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Question and Answer (Part 1)" by Jonathan Andrew Sheen

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Pieter Robbins walked slowly across the icy grey plain. Behind him, a cloud of disturbed dust and ice particles hung suspended in the aether, falling almost imperceptibly back toward the surface of Neried. The cloud formed an insubstantial snake-like trail back toward the mining base's lifesystem, spreading and thinning perhaps a hundred yards from the airlock door.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "On Sex and Violence" by Keith Hamilton Cobb

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“Making love”… While no Nietzschean ever tends to use that Human euphemism, my grandfather, Temujin II, would say that no man is to be trusted who doesn’t subsist on a steady diet of sex and violence as well. Of course, from a Nietzschean perspective, no man is to be trusted regardless, but why waste a perfectly valid turn of phrase for the sake of a technicality? My grandfather, whom I admired, was a bit of a Dragonian lunatic, if I may use it as a term of endearment; a less extreme incarnation of his old namesake, Temujin I.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "If 9 Was 6" by Richard Anderson

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The boy ran with all his might, the terror he felt giving him fuel to go on. Looking back he couldn’t see the wyvern that had apparently decided he looked like a good lunch; but not far off in the wood he heard its high pitched shriek. Trying to increase his speed, he stumbled over his own feet and a loud cry passed clenched teeth.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "10.7cm (Conclusion)" by Cameron McCoy

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Brian turned to general comm. “All hands, we have proton storm hitting NOW. Adam, talk to me.” He glanced at the map, and knew that the construction crew was as good as dead. “Tell me you can work a miracle.”

There was a moment’s silence, and then the foreman’s voice came on. “Captain, I have an idea that might save us out here, but we can’t talk, too busy.”

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "10.7cm (Part 2) by Cameron McCoy

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Brian went off to tour the rest of the ship. The hydroponics bay, which was both a source of extra food and the control center for plumbing, took him about a half hour to glance over. Michael Dougal, the Life Support officer, knew his job, nothing was going wrong there. He found about half the crew, ship’s and construction, in the rec room, attention about equally divided between the game system, some network feed from Earth, and an interesting ping-pong game. His second in command, Shawn Henderson, seemed to be using the personal comm for an interview as well. Brian decided to listen for a while.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "10.7cm (Part 1) by Cameron McCoy

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“This is Apollo Base, reporting touchdown.”

“Roger Apollo Base, any special message to relay?”

“Yes, tell Fischer we’ll make sure his suite has the latest in Radiation shielding.”

“Roger that, Apollo Base, good luck.”

Clicking the comm override, Brian Tern turned to his crew. “Okay men, we’re doing this one by the book.” Eyes rolled among the crew.

“Captain, what if we find something that’s not in the book?” That was Adam Christopher, the construction foreman.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "An Unremarkable Day" by Keith Hamilton Cobb

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I can wander the decks of the Andromeda Ascendant for days without end and never travel the same stretch of corridor twice. In her depths, further than any short sojourn from command, are endless dark and dormant chambers where no one has stood for over three hundred years. Onboard this ship, as I imagine it goes in the military, I man’s quarters are anything but inviolate. Anyone can find me in mine, and all too often do. Privacy is provided only by journeying too deep into Andromeda’s guts for anyone to care to come and retrieve me if I fail to answer the com.

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