Author: roman

I was looking far ahead, trying not to lose the beat-up black truck. I let it gain more distance than I should have had. I had to strain my eyes now to keep him in my sight. Suddenly I saw a dark Tesla Z veering...

It wasn’t an alien. Or at least he didn’t exhibit any visible signs of being one - let’s not abandon all hope yet. Alien would be way cooler, so let’s keep our options open. There was a man in the photo, dressed in woodland camo...

I needed something like the cameras hunters use, triggered by motion and snapping pictures of animals hanging around and generally having a good time, at least until the hunter eventually shows up. I don’t think they can alert the owner remotely of any movement though....

The barrier felt slightly soft, giving way for a while, resistance growing and growing until I felt something solid underneath, like a heavily padded sofa cushion, only without a sofa. Or a cushion. It gave away no other sensations – no heat or cold, no...

Touching and sensing the invisible was a transcendent feeling of sorts that I remember having experienced in a dream a few times, and only once before in real life.  Years ago I was visiting an old violin maker I knew, at his workshop in Safed, in...

This whole thing was surreal. I remember fantasizing In my childhood that the reality was a gigantic hoax, like in the Truman Show movie. That everyone around me was just playing a part to fool me into thinking that’s how the world worked, when in...

The quadcopter, angrily buzzing, took off, flying on its own volition, just like the first Crashinator did before its untimely demise. It flew away from me and towards the road. I tried to correct its course but was able to only slightly slow it down....

It all started one sunny Saturday morning when I decided that it would be a perfect day to tweak an old-school drone I’d built. It was a rather large and scary quadcopter with exposed bundles of coloured wires, blinking LEDs, laser-cut skeletal chassis with 3D-printed...

That's it. I am officially, totally, royally screwed. Barring any miracles, I have a wonderfully bleak choice: dying of thirst, or of starvation. That is if oxygen deprivation won't kill me first. It's eerily quiet here: no whisper of fans, no hum of life support systems,...

To Alexandra, love of my life. Thanks for your support!   Synopsis What do a guy, a girl, a broken drone, a terrorist plot, an electric scooter and possibly an alien artifact have in common? Well, obviously this book. But what else? How are they connected and why on...