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 (112/0)
Pure Spite
Episode 3 At Colorado Springs, Tesla had released the monster many times, but it was before there were radios, before there were computers, before the mega power systems that ran cities. Before the Electron Age. Trying to tame the monster, he blew out all the generators in the dam many times when he freed hundreds of kilowatts of high frequency, high power from a 50-foot diameter coil. He rewires the huge generators on his own and brought the massive system back online each time. With this coil, he hoped to light a bulb in Paris. There was not much for the monster to eat then, but now. It would be devastating. My coil was 60 feet in diameter and would handle a thousand times more current.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction
To Reach too Far
Chapter one The S.S. Coprinus The Public Relations Officer or the P.R.O. Ensign, Dave Williams from Tucson, Arizona, put a small storage drive, only five terabytes, into a video player. On his uniform sleeve were three pins. The first was the American flag. Next to that was a plain silver cross. Under those two pins was an Arizona state flag.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction
When the Gods Die.
It was three in the morning. Double Oh Nine walked down the dark vacant Taiwanese street. He stopped at a garbage can. There in the garbage was a coke can not crushed to a short little pancake of aluminum, but it was crushed lengthwise. The ends were folded so they were exposed. Mr. Bind took the pull tab on the can, broke it off, and put it in his raincoat pocket. He threw back the can in the garbage. He looked down the street, nothing. As he started to walk away, a door was heard to open and close. Now, there was another man on the street. The sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber met he obviously had a gun. Mr. Bind ducked into an alley. The man now had an associate and they were following him into the alley.
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Fiction