Mark Stigers
Bio
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
Stories (111/0)
Hope's Hope
The car said, "Ma'am We are at Mega Mart. Your order is being brought out to you." "Thank you, Ms. Files." Hope glanced at the image on the back side of the mirrored lens of her Eye Shields. The augment reality was showing the site, The Village. Each member had the responsibility of using the cyber property well. This morning she was working on the high detail image of a cut crystal that hung in her clubhouse window.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction
A Space Cowboy and his Horse
A Space Cowboy and his Horse The asteroid belt was nothing like I thought. I thought there would be asteroids to dodge. No, they are far apart. All the large asteroids belong to someone. Small rocks to the size of a building, you scanned each for valuables. When you found something, you kept it. Trigger could carry five tons. Then we had to unload at Glory. They paid you for what you had found. What you hoped to find were rare earths. What you came back with were metals. They usually paid just enough to do it again.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction
Night of the Galline
I don’t want to destroy a human mind.” Steve said. “This prototype has never been used before on a human. It has caused permanent brain damage to most of our mammalian test subjects. He, like them, will probably never wake up after this session.”
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction
The Magician
The green Hell of the jungle went on in every direction. To walk, you had to chop it back. Chop, step chop step, the pattern was second nature. I chopped through the living plants, and then my hand went into a dense spider web, and I stepped into the web. There were strange lime green and yellow spiders the size of your fist, hundreds of them in a hugely common web. They charged at me, and my mind wandered into a strange psychedelic existence. The weird spiders surrounded my being and crawled all over my body. I dance around like a terrorized four-year-old child. What could I do? My mind was moving at a thousand miles an hour. Everything that moved left a trail where it had been. Sounds were echoing, and the colors were flashing. Not being able to stand, I sat back. The spiders were everywhere. They encase me in the webs. I gasped a large breath, and there was God. God had such problems, and mine were insignificant. I could handle my difficulties; God will do his. His pattern was so righteous. There were other patterns, but God's was the best. You could see his way in everything. Like His colors, Purple glowed. God's hand did the Universe, and it was an infinite wonder. The experience freed my mind from my body. I roamed the cosmos. For a time, I was one with the Universe.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction
Pure Spite
Episode 1 I released the Monster. So, what do Monsters do? They eat things. Why did I do it? Pure spite. Drenching me, I sweat out every drop of water in my body. For the desert outside Tucson, Arizona, it was a virtual baptism, purifying me. All the bullshit was unimportant. The scales fell from my eyes. They had almost got me to kill myself.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction