Mavral hovers his metal-molded self along the smooth titanium ramp from the school air-shuttle down to his home. His built-in thermometer indicates that it is 114 degrees Fahrenheit outside—an average temperature for Igliber in January, although it would not have been back when Igliber was New York. He passes two other residential levels before reaching his own. Passing the chrome emptiness that centuries ago would have been grass yards with flower beds lining stone houses, Mavral wonders what it all would look and feel like in person. What was it like for humans when they roamed the Earth? And what did flowers smell like for them? Was it different from how our sensors pick up and analyze scents?

My name is Amythest and I am 17. I was created by scientists who used remains of alien DNA from a space rock that they found on Mars. I live at a science laboratory run by NASA and SETI. Doctors and scientists have been studying me my whole life to try and figure Out what planet I come from and learn more about my species. The main things that the scientists have learned about me is that I posses strange magical powers, turn into a mermaid when I get wet, and can not see. As I have grown up the doctors have learned that my intelligence is at least the same as most humans if not highier. Every day doctors run tests on me to try to find out more my body and brain. This morning a doctor named Emily came to my room. Emily told me that she wanted to do some tests to learn more about my magical powers. The doctor hooks up a bunch of electrodes all over my body and head. First I would like to see you levitate the doctor says to me.

Decided to have a go at writing a Sci-Fi story. Check out the prolgue and let me know what you think!

It was a Friday night. Turina and Veen enjoyed a good meal together, and then they watched a nice movie in their home theater. Although they were invited to attend a party downstairs on the negative 11th floor, they had declined the offer quietly. They had only wanted to spend quality time with each other. By 11 pm they’d finished the movie and gone to the bedroom.

It was a rainbow lightning. Yes, Aron could clearly see bright violet, magnificent indigo, brilliant blue, fluorescent green, glittering yellow, fiery orange and crimson red stripes of exquisite patterns of lightning coming down from a strange purple cloud. It was wonderful, amazing, and otherworldly. He could even hear the screams of joy and fear of people seeing it.

Nee stood in front of the window. Slowly she stretched out her hand to reach the blue button. Now she can reach it. A few months ago, she was too short to reach the button, Orak had to come with her to push the button. But Nee did not like it, she wanted to come alone.

I could not believe my eyes after peeing on a stick. We were only playing around, and we never had the intention of reproducing. I was young and he was too, so we were unsure about what to do. Newly wed, we wanted to live our lives like partners where one is a full person together. This does not mean we were incomplete without the other, we were simply better together, and ourselves with one another. There was no boundary between his dreams and mine. We shared the pillow and we never fought for the duvet. But this would change with a third human on the table.

The echoes of the sirens still resounded in the empty streets as Bill and Emily reached the only house with its porch light still on. 24 Wilberforce Way. Emily imagined the Entity wrapping invisible tendrils around them both as Bill hammered on the front door, ignoring the buzzer. This was no time for niceties. They had perhaps two minutes to gain access before things became really dangerous. Emily leaned against a pillar, struggling to catch her breath.

There was something almost magical about space walks. The chance to experience space, like actual space without the confines of the metal box we lived on. It was something that never got old. Just floating in front of potentially millions of miles of nothingness, of void scattered with the occasional star, or a bit of debris, or whatever else happened to be drifting out there. Just being a tiny little thing on the edge of so much vastness, it has a way of leaving anyone in awe.

The Way of the Polémixen

The last five ships in the 2249 New Bengal Stakes came around the limb of the planet Prospero. It was the final minutes of the twenty-fourth hour of the race. After an entire terrestrial day of circling the planet, one ship was about to claim the biggest prize on the interstellar racing circuit.

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