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Stair climbing is the toughest form of exercise I have ever encountered. In fact, I’d been at it for three years, walking briskly up and down the two hundred and fifty metre internal trail at King Edward Park, before I finally attempted jogging the uphill return.
Scavenger of the Deft Hand had serious doubts about his hunch.
Nimble had spent two months trawling through space in a coherent matrix pattern at ever widening distances from spatial coordinates Scavenger had stumbled upon.
Through the roaring confusion in her head, Malaita Kheshdu watched the grid transport sink to the ground in front of the café. It was all she could do to remember it was a grid transport, keyed to the ... the magnetic grids that underlay the ... artifact that hosted this ... this ... interstellar ... confe ... conference ...
"Look to her," snapped the woman who stepped out of it. "She's leaking on all frequencies!"
Amy trudged up the dimly-lit stairs toward her fifth floor apartment. She was returning late from her second shift, reminiscing on the day she’d arrived in this city in search of a home. That, of course, was after she’d run away from the farm she’d always thought of as home. Amy sighed; one place that would never be home was this broken-down tenement in the sad part of town.
The retirement village still had its fortified walls and elevated guard posts. Both were legacies of the Young/Old war. The guard posts were no longer manned, and the laser-etched, age-discriminatory graffiti had been removed from the walls.
Kathy watched her glass of sparkling mineral water, waiting to see where the next bubble appeared. Des grasped an oily cocktail, gazing fixedly at the far financial horizon.
"There's a rumour that you are being investigated by the Sporting Anti-Corruption Commission," Kathy said.
Coming In Issue 208
The Pun's The Thing
by Tony Owens
by Tony Meacham
The Tear In God's Eye
by Derek Smith
An Unplanned Hatching
by Wes Parish
There Is No Such Thing As Coincidence
by David Adès
by Shaun A Saunders
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Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything. We can't talk about science, because our knowledge of it is limited and unofficial, and usually our fiction is dreadful.