The Madness Mystery"See you tomorrow, Sylvia," Liz told her job partner, amused as the latter put on her coat; Sylvia's cheery excitement was contagious. “Did you choose your gift yet?”
“Its in my car, I got it this morning,” Sylvia replied, checking that her bag contained its usual mess.
“You think Ian will like it?”
“I'm sure he will; he's head over heels about the story of Frodo.”
"Me, its with Aragorn that I'm head over heels," Liz replied, and Sylvia chuckled at its hidden meaning.
"I have to go now!" Sylvia kissed quickly the cheek of her friend, and left the shop.
Once in her car, she checked in the back seat if the gift for her son was still there. A brown bag with an ornate sword handle sticking out of one end welcomed her worried glance. She sighed with relief as she started the engine; today was the 9th birthday of her son, and it was commonly known that the need for a hero was predominant around this age. So she knew that for Ian, owning a repli
The Altered Clone Why? Standing amid the disquieting remains of my lab that no longer felt as my own, but as if a mad scientist had sojourned it in my absence, I pondered in worried disgust at the many ethically questionable projects in place. Indeed, it was I who, not too long ago, was of a demented mind. In fact, I was the one responsible for these experiments, but the exact reason behind them now escaped me. I walked to one of the desks and picked up a piece of paper from the disheveled pile. Unfortunately, it offered little help in answering my questions.
"Just the scribblings of a lunatic..." I set the sheet down and wearily rubbed my face. After taking a moment, I walked over to inspect one of the giant test tubes. Suspended in the liquid inside, was a fetus within its 8th week. There were more test tubes, also housing fetuses of varying stages of development. There were many sensors i
The Greatest EnemyLaki (short for Llaaassshkkhhii) opened his double-slitted eyes, waking up from his short-lived dream. As all other member of his species, he couldn't sleep long, barely one hour throughout the ten-hour days.
He was lying curled up upon a small bed amidst a dozen others in the lower part of the Siakar palace. Though slightly uncomfortable, having to sleep with a dozen other soldiers, he considered himself lucky to not be in the labour caste, who slept against the ground.
The population of Omicron Draconis were distributed in four castes: the labour caste, granted no rights or freedom; the Reptillian caste, consisted entirely of soldiers, the deadliest and most feared army in all the universe (which is a big place); the Draconian caste, consisting of Scientists, the minds behind all of Omicron Draconis' technologies, and Occults, considered as the second worthiest caste, as their magical and occult prowess proved many times greater than an entire army; and finally, the royal and highest