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By David Dumouriez

In the old days (that is, in the time of the bitten fruit company), people had worn these things in order to track the duration and patterns of their sleep. Now Nexus had stolen the market by developing a quantum neural network which had the ability to convert subconscious imagery into coherent language. In other words, a wearable device which provided comp...


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By Matteo Romano

The officer arrived expecting the usual: a noise complaint, a neighbour dispute, maybe a confused elderly woman who’d locked herself out. He did not expect to spend the next twenty minutes being unsettled by a cat.

“It’s him,” said Senhora Marta, pointing with the absolute conviction of someone filing an affidavit. She had positioned herself beside the...


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By Steven French

“Cup of tea?”

“Sorry?”

“Tea. A nice cuppa. Freshly brewed. You seem a bit distracted, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Oh, yes, sorry. Tea. Yes please. Just a drop of milk, no sugar.”

“There y’go … So, what are we looking at then?” Dave nodded toward the observation screen which spanned almost the entire length of the wall in front o...


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By Joseph Sullivan

I woke up to the easiest day of my life.

The alarm clock woke me up at 8 AM, the perfect time. I had fifteen minutes to adjust to being awake, which was the perfect time, before the mattress was lifted up and I was shunted out of bed. All I had to do for the shower was press one button and the water instantly started running at the perfect temperatur...


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Red Flags
By Kevin J. Phyland

“When did all this happen?” Sonia took a hand from the steering wheel and waved vaguely at the tract houses we were driving past.

“Huh?” was my response, having been startled from a doze. I tried to make out what she had noticed through the eye which wasn’t covered by a protective patch. The cloud of my remaining cataract made it difficult.

A...


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