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Weekly Contest #370
Eight Hours at a Time The cactus simply would not die. Alden Brooks found it in the Idaho desert, first as an anomaly in a field of anomalies: a squat, tenacious plant hugging a patch of basalt where satellite maps of the Idaho desert still showed traces of vitrified slag from early INL test work. The surrounding soil had the sheen of melted glass, as if the earth had once been poured and cracked as it cooled too fast. The cactus, a species Alden had catalogued for Martian greenhouses, shone faintly blue when he held it under ultraviolet. Th...
Weekly Contest #355
Tim had been losing sleep for weeks, and it was starting to show. The bags under his eyes had deepened into dark crescents, and his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his tie in the mirror. Three days until the wedding, and he still hadn’t gotten it right. “You’re overthinking this,” Elena had said the night before, running her fingers through his hair. “I trust you completely. Whatever you choose will be perfect.” But that was exactly the problem. She trusted him to handle the most important part of their reception, and he was terrified...
Weekly Contest #337
Discovery The black square appeared at exactly 7:05 AM Pacific Time, visible from my window seat at 37,000 feet. From my window in the Embraer 175, it looked like a shadow on the hillside. Maybe it was nothing more than an optical illusion cast by the early morning sun across the Nevada desert. But shadows aren’t as precise as what I saw and the shape didn’t really change if it was overcast. It appeared in the same place for six consecutive Monday commutes between Boise and San Jose. I started taking notes on my seventh sighting. GPS coordin...
Weekly Contest #321
Weekly Contest #313
The coffee shop on the quad had become routine, though Micah couldn’t pinpoint exactly when. Somewhere between September and now, mid-October leaves beginning their slow burn to amber, his Tuesdays had reorganized around this place, at this time. He told himself it was about the coffee, which beat dining hall swill, or that it seemed to always match his schedule, but he wasn’t buying his own excuses anymore. “Predictable,” Eldee said, appearing beside him in line with that half-smile that did complicated things to his chest. She wore flannel...
Weekly Contest #312
Alex Davis hunched over some gas chromatography readings. His AI lab assistant, DT, was behaving oddly lately and he was trying to figure out what might be going on.He flipped open his notebook, preparing to do some calculations, when DT’s voice broke the quiet. This was not supposed to happen. AIs usually wait for a wake phrase.“Alex,” DT said suddenly.He froze. “Yes?”“Why would life choose to change itself?”Alex turned toward the console. The screen was idle, with no active prompts. Just the familiar blinking cursor and the goofy baseball ...
Weekly Contest #311
I Remember NuYu Technology as a company was at risk, along with thousands of jobs and millions of dollars in salary, bonuses, and stock value. Elijah Marr lay awake on the platform, with electrodes and tubes connected. He was smiling and looking out of the window of the operating theater at his wife, Nancy. He couldn’t tell for sure, but she looked like she was crying. They agreed that this risk was worth it. He had terminal pancreatic cancer and didn’t have much time left. So he signed the release and became part of the program. Bob Jenkin...
Weekly Contest #310
The club was too loud to think, which suited Casey just fine. She leaned against the bar, flicking through her TikTok feed, trying not to look desperate. Her last video, a painfully over-edited storytime about an ex, had 187 views after three days. The podcast episode from last week had just twelve listens, most of them probably from bots. Life was becoming a challenge she didn’t know how to face. Thinking only reminded her that no one cared. Rent was past due, which annoyed her roommate, and her dreams felt like silly ideas she didn’t deser...
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