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By Chaz Osburn

Professor Thomas Armstrong was deep in thought at his computer when he heard the door open to his office at the university’s Deep Space Multiple Wavelength Laboratory.

“Is that you, Dex?” he asked.

“Yeah, Tom,” replied his colleague, Dr. Charles Dexter.

“Is Raj with you?”

“Yes, I’m here,” said Dr. Raja Patel, a professor in the Depa...


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By Adam Browne

Our hiding place, which the others call the Annex, contains a second secret behind the plaster: a deserted laboratory left by a physician of dreadful curiosity.

By candlelight I write my thoughts to you, Kitty, my diary, while Margot assists with calculations and keeps the others unsuspecting. Mr. Dussel, the dentist, has quietly persuaded certain wires ...


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By Steven French

No, I don’t know any Sfahar. No, I never met anyone with that name on ‘my travels’. Who the hell calls it that?! ‘My travels’. You don’t travel, you twist, ? Through space-time. I mean, get the lingo right at least …

Yeah, okay, fine, I get it, you need to find ‘em. Alright, sure, calm down, take a breath, I’ll look at the holo again. Jeez, don’t proje...


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By Liam Latz

A knock at the door woke Whitney. The TV was still on; a news host and a microbiologist were going over the recent discoveries on Iapetus.

She pulled herself upright, shoved aside a chip packet, and waved at the TV to turn it off.

Another knock.

Whitney wiped the sleep from her eyes, and looked out the window. It was dark. The lights in her...


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By Julie Wornan

The smallest of our family and furthest from its heart,
Some folks want to exclude you now. They say you must depart.

You, for so long hidden in the distant spacey gloom,
Were found! A child then named you for the Roman god of doom.

Escorted by five little moons, you twinkle and you laugh
Flying boldly out to cross your sister Neptune's...


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