The consensus of the conference of leading astronomers was we are not ready for Active SETI. The issue of whether or not to attempt contact with extraterrestrial species needed to be approved by the people of the Earth because there are risks involved. This wasn’t going to hold back Dr. V. He had the high-powered device ready to begin operations. Private donors had funded his research. He would direct the high-powered signal toward KIC 8462852. The transmission was picked up first by the alien’s sensors on Pluto. It triggered the devices buried on earth. They rose from their hiding places.
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The Senior Center sponsored the trip to Las Vegas. The package included a hotel and 2 meal vouchers at a cheap price. The bus had seen better days but it was a cheap getaway for those with low paying jobs or on a pension. The bus made a stop in the middle of the desert which was not listed in the trip’s brochure. The passengers looked around confused. The front door creaked open and a dark figure climbed on. Thank You Roy, the Master will love this bunch, as he spoke they could see his sharp pointy teeth.
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How can a person fit a life into a U Haul trailer? I couldn’t take everything. I had to leave quickly or I might lose my nerve. It was like when we had to evacuate that night the wild fires came. Deciding what was essential to take with us. I ended up taking some books, a few clothes, and mementos from my kids. My daughter’s baby shoes, a valentine card from my son when he was little, and some of their photos. A friend is letting me stay at her house on the rocky Monterey shore.
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“Take a ride on The Magic Swing Carousel,” hawked the ride operator. We handed over our tickets and sat back into the chair. We spun around getting higher and higher off the ground. We hadn’t been on the chair swing ride since we were young high school sweethearts. “Remember?” my husband said. I nodded as he held my hand.
Something strange was happening. We were going up and up until…we were floating through a tunnel of stars toward a beautiful light. It felt so loving and peaceful. Welcome home.
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I saw it on a table at the Sunday Swap Meet. The wizened old woman answered the question in my mind, ” It’s a universal remote device. Eliminates the need for your TV remote controls, garage door opener and computer mouse. And the bright, glow in the dark colors and pattern ensure that you will never lose it.” She answered my next thought, “All that for the special low price of $5.95 and a money back guarantee.”
The insect like creatures overlooked the latest arrivals to their work camp. Pretty good return on our investment of 5 krons each for those remote transporters.
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Genre: Speculative Fiction
Zenarra thought the commute was worth it to have the beautiful natural landscape that surrounded her when she got home. She smiled to herself and sighed. She never thought she could be so happy.
She sensed his presence before she saw the headlights. ” How did you find me, Jolar?” she said dejectedly, ” Minat swore she would never betray me.”
” Those of royal blood have a sensor implanted at birth so that they can never be taken for ransom. You will fulfill your duty and marry Tomar with the next moon rising.”
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The small notice stuck in a crack between the iron gate and the old concrete wall warned the water would be shut off if the bill was not paid within a few days. My Grandpa’s garden looked beautiful. An abundance of flowers and assorted edibles. I remember when this garden fed our family and most of the neighborhood. It was hard for Grandpa now to make ends meet on his meager Social Security check. After putting in so many years slaving away at that factory job, he had been laid off without pension.