Tag: utopian fiction

Project Super Nex, Chapter Twenty-One: Audeus Maxum

One swift step after another was how Freye Urewlil exited the Hereborg, moving down a statue-flanked passage that veered toward a nearby village. On most days and nights people stuffed their way through the roads and set off a clamor. But on this particular night, no one was outside and all the foods, spices, and … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Twenty-One: Audeus Maxum →

Project Super Nex, Chapter Twenty: Nekotaros’s Charity

A palpable buzz ran through Wyatt, chilling his spine. The rest of the team exchanged quick, tense looks. They were in Lunatark. Wyatt looked straight up at the head guard and said, "We believe that something here will help to cure a disease." The head guard immediately unclipped a rod from his pike, flicked it … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Twenty: Nekotaros’s Charity →

Project Super Nex, Chapter Nineteen: Nexbrug

"If memory serves me properly, Advisor Wiley led an expedition here that uncovered the primitive form of the Super Nex virus," Gene said, peering out the window as the pod boosted from the satellite garage to a platform hovering next to one of six planet fragments adhered in a gravitational ring; the segment with the … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Nineteen: Nexbrug →

Project Super Nex, Chapter Fifteen: Sigint

Twirling her hair, Sidney said in a higher lilt, "Corbin?" He started thumbing his phone. "No observations, no comments." "Agents! Are you still here? You must have found a realidorr." Marsden boosted through the large opening with a jetpack. She gripped a poker in one hand and a sturdy W19 with two mottled tawny claws … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Fifteen: Sigint →

Project Super Nex, Chapter Fourteen: The Hereborg

Traveling to Vestral, parking his mobular in an alley, climbing a pebbly zigzag of a road between low mudstone buildings, Wyatt held up a hand to shield his eyes from the morning light of four suns shining through breaks in the stratus clouds. He sped up the walk to an intersection where the thudding of … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Fourteen: The Hereborg →

Project Super Nex, Chapter Thirteen: Trickery in Twos

The eighty-story statue of Harlow Marsden — the first Warbearer Overseer and one of the six Originators who founded SPACE Union after emerging victorious in the Axiom War — stood as proudly as any other Warbearer monument. Bands of crimson and gold colored his mailed armor, which contrasted with the crimson-focused, golden-trimmed color scheme used … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Thirteen: Trickery in Twos →

Project Super Nex, Chapter Twelve: Freye Urewlil, Overseer of Torchen

"Stop whining like a two-year-old, you mushrot, and get the reserve back online!" "You know why that is impossible, so give me some peace. I can't devise — " "Suck it! You're a master techno-engineer, so you can build another way to track it." "You make 'master engineer' and its variants sound uniquely astringent. I … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Twelve: Freye Urewlil, Overseer of Torchen →

Project Super Nex, Chapter Eleven: A Scuffle with The Romuteli

"Penelope, I'd like to ask you something," said Wyatt, entering the kitchen, where his Rad-Bio colleague was stirring a pot of oatmeal on the stovetop. She pointed her spoon at him. "Shoot." "How come you never once mentioned that you're Sidney's guardian?" Penelope growled just as the oatmeal burst into furious bubbling. "She told you?" … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Eleven: A Scuffle with The Romuteli →

Project Super Nex, Chapter Ten: Quentin Medanar

"Wow," Wyatt mumbled to himself as he circled around a research laboratory with vials, large microscopes, glass cases storing chunky minerals, rings of interwoven wires floating above stone slabs, and other materials. Afterwards, he entered a library, the largest one thus far. Dust layered the dog-eared books. Others looked clean as if they had arrived … Continue reading Project Super Nex, Chapter Ten: Quentin Medanar →