Draining the Spirit Gland – Robert Paul Blumenstein
7000 words Science Fiction
In this dystopian tale a dark secret is held by the Elders of the Dome. When humans come of age, they are deemed ready for the harvest. However, two seventeen-year-olds aren’t about to go quietly to the Pacification Center. Perhaps, in this time, youth might actually “change the world.”
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world…” — Albert Einstein The loose bricks knocking together sounded an odd click resembling eggs cracking on the side of a pan, yet when the whole pile slid down under their feet it rumbled like a sieve rocker sifting stones. After Seth and Rachel rode the unstable slack to the bottom of the pile they froze. Had the sensors on the Vibration Detectors been triggered? Both squinted straining their young ears to pick up the whirring sound made by the overhead camera vehicles that patrolled the Desolate Area. Satisfied that they were here alone they moved on toward a stairwell that led into a basement. It was here they were to meet Uta, in secret, to continue their lesson.
Quantum Tunnels – Robert Paul Blumenstein
5000 words Science Fiction
Is all matter and energy interconnected throughout the universe? The crew aboard an Earth colony ship has banked their hopes that the advanced probes have transmitted accurate data to them regarding their new home… provided the data hasn’t been corrupted by an overzealous commander beholden to the mission’s demanding board of directors.
The man was his usual chatty self, rattling off the day’s tasks more like a list that had already been completed rather than one that needed to be accomplished. The woman sat still, in the same chair, at the same table, and at the same time, as she had for nearly eleven hundred and forty-two previous time units, waiting for the man to serve her breakfast. He paused at the 3-D printed stove and looked up just when the rounded top of the sun broke over the horizon. The new light splashed onto his face like cool, refreshing water, his smile stretched out and yawned in unison with the always predictable daybreak. “The nice thing about being on GL-Aqua 2 is that every planetary reading we record, albeit temperature, humidity levels, length of daily sunlight, whatever, it’s always the same,” the man said thoughtfully. “I guess it’s so different on planet Earth. Sometimes a day there can pass without ever seeing the sunlight, and then the tilt of the planet, back and forth—”