Brian J Mundell
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Downstream
When they came, I was sitting in a pit of my own makin’. Thirst will do funny things to a man. You might get irritable. You might start seeing things that aren’t there. You might go diggin’ holes in search of water or mud or anything that might wet your whistle. I was going a
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Directed Energy
For a long time Paul Fiske has wanted to do something great. It didn’t matter exactly what that was. He just wanted to do something heroic, something he could be proud of, something that he would be recognized for. A simple desire, and perhaps a bit undefined, but a strong desire nonetheless. Paul believed that
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Artificial
Dr. Rose injected the anesthetic and reached to the back of the boy’s head to power down the hardware. There was no resistance from the boy. A small light behind his ear changed from blue to red as the boy’s eyes waved closed. The doctor turned on a light directed at the boy’s head. The
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Adrift
“I don’t know how black holes work,” Monge said over the comms. “We’re gonna find out,” Polk said. “Monge,” Stohr exhaled, as if he was in pain. He had something to say, but the silence said it all. “Yeah…” Monge replied. “I know.” Despair, regret, and grievance weighed heavy, tamping his voice down to a
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Isolated Bliss
“You can have a seat right over there.” The aged secretary pointed to a row of chairs in the waiting room, each of which had a privacy helmet attached. The waiting room was empty and the chair looked like a cross between a gaming chair and a chair at the hair dresser’s with the caps
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Bonified
A bright yellow light streaked down from above. There was a surge of power and my instruments went haywire. Alarms started going off, indicating engine failure. “My aircraft is going down,” I reported. Communications were fried, so there was no response. Power shut down altogether and I started to spiral across the sky. I tried
Brian J Mundell 