“All this trouble just so you can cuddle some alien vultures.” My sister landed our gyro-flyer near one of my video recorders, which was showing a lone adorb. Usually they were in herds of a dozen or so. “A...

The wind whipped against the door to Luna’s enclosure. She sighed and snuggled deeper into her cozy bed of straw. “Good morning, Luna.” A gangly keeper in khaki pants and a green Zoo polo peered at her through...

Jane hunched over her desk, staring at myriad pieces of hardlight holocube projector core. Even through her shade visor, the world was headache-bright. That omnipresent gritty burn seared the corners of her...

I slam the folder shut on my desk. “Nothing useful?” Detective Rowe asks as he hands me a mug of coffee. I take a sip, hoping it will provide some mental clarity. “It’s like everyone in that bank had a...

The cry sends a chill through me, as it does every time I hear it. It always arrives at the height of summer, yet I pray this is the cycle it will not come. But it does. It always does. I take out the muting...