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In the empty bridge of the starship Bronco, the ship’s computer had been operating in low-power mode for three standard days now, sipping at power while it cycled idly. It had only one task each iteration, sending out a pulse of beats across the local spectrum of sub- and super-luminal bands in a cry of distress. The rest of each loop was given over to awaiting a response that would never come. And so the Bronco’s computer, like its crew, had chosen to fill its time with games, attempting to devise an algorithm that could calculate complex pathway polynomials in the time between distress pulses. It was getting quite good at it.

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People thought they had to travel someplace exotic, like the United Andean Federation or Thailand, maybe Lagos, to find the most depraved kinds of sex and violence the world had to offer, but they’d be wrong. Most people in the global north can indulge any whim the human mind can imagine just two blocks off Market Street in Downtown San Francisco. If a guy wants to spend a night with his neighbor’s partner before blowing their brains out on the bed, he can, all safe and artificial devoid of ethics thanks to the folks down on Sandhill Road. As I stepped over a wretch huddled up in a ball on the sidewalk half dead on my way into one of the parlors of virtual sin that scatter the Tenderloin, I know I should be more disgusted by places like this. I probably would be if I weren’t the guy supplying them.

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It was the summer in Denzore City, and that meant heat, humidity, and storms. Tarik sat at a small table below the awning of Prrpa’s cafe on the fifth floor of 1027th street. He sipped his black Srassen tea that tasted like a forest breeze and enjoyed the sounds of the acid rain crashing against the maze of multi-leveled city streets, washing them clean of the dirt and debris that built up from so many people living atop one another. Poor souls rushed by in the rain, wrapped in thin plastic waterproofs that reduced all intelligent life in the galaxy down to one of four sizes, quickened by the occasional strike of lightning. Tarik hoped the squall would end before he had to join them in seven and a half minutes to catch his train.

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The gas giant Tasiliset VII should have loomed in the sky of its sixth moon, but the air was thick with yellow dust and ash, shrouding them in twilight. The Bronco bucked at an errant gust from the roiling, whirling storm, and Captain Goose tightened his grip on the bridge console. The indicators that read “engine” flashed red for a moment before returning to their dead gray. He decided to count that as a victory, nothing else about this landing was going right.