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  • 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

  • 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

  • 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 colou

  • 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

  • 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 int

  • 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 vi

  • 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. I

  • 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

  • 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 t

  • 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 Tesl

  • I looked around, squinting, trying to clear my vision. My ears were still ringing. But I was alive, and in one piece, and that counted for something. Alas, you could not say the same about my poor car

  • I was feeling awkward as I addressed the girl sitting across the aisle again, the way I usually felt when trying to talk to girls, but I actually had a reason this time: “Err… Listen, I don’t kn

  • The transfer from the bus to the subway went smoothly.  There weren’t many people at the gates, and those that were there really did resemble robots, blinking earbuds sticking out of their ears, unmov

  • Somehow we managed a fifteen-minute walk to my friend’s apartment without getting killed by a possessed car or a zombie bus. Hopefully, that meant that my sorry excuse of a disguise was enough to thro

  • “What does this mean?” I demanded.  “I’m asking you the same question! I feel embarrassed, being a security expert and all, allowing my workstation to be hijacked like that. This thing has just appear

  • The rental e-scooter was rolling quietly in the bike lane, basically driving and gently steering itself, with minimal involvement on my part. I had time to look around. I was especially wary of newer

  • I sat on the ground behind the green box, so the engineer of the oncoming train would not see me. When I peeped out to check out the approaching train, I could only see its bright  headlights. It turn

  • “Don’t be shy, have a seat. You must be hungry,” Theo said. “Can I… Can I have a glass of water please?” I managed to say with a considerable effort. Suddenly, my tongue felt like dry sandpaper. “I ha

  • I realized I was so captivated by Theo’s every word that I forgot to chew on my sandwich. “You see, what you call a soul is a sort of a projection of a multidimensional being into our three-dimensiona

  • Theo slapped several of his many pockets until he found what he was looking for and then pulled it out. He unrolled it and I saw that it was a red crumpled baseball cap with some white lettering on it

  • At that point I thought once again that Theo was acting just a bit over the top – too theatrical, as if he was not feeling the fine edge between expressing his emotions in a normal conversation,

  • I don’t drink much, and don’t do it often. You see, from the Russian side of my gene pool I must have inherited the high tolerance to alcohol. I can drink quite a lot without getting drunk. I can cont

  • A long time ago, around 874 AD a man named Muhammad ibn Al-Hasan had misteriously disappeared. He was a well-respected Imam in what is now Iraq, a direct descendant of the Prophet, and he had apparent

  • The plan was as simple as it was effective. Both Americans and Israelis were too good with intercepting ICBMs. That game could not be won, so they needed to change the game. The new slim warheads need

  • When I realized what I have just read in these series of emotionless documents, I just sat there, feeling empty and staring into nothingness. I was past shock and awe by then, I had no more emotional

  • Speaking of Theo, he was still out. So all questions would have to wait. Maybe I was imagining things, anyway. I continued reading. This whole story of coordinated murders was told in a dry language o

  • A man with a seriously kick-ass assault rifle was slowly but steadily coming towards the cabin from the south. I think he had a Tavor, or some other type of a modern bull-pup style assault rifle. I th

  • I haven’t had the faintest idea of how a plan might look like. So I decided to do “baby steps”. Maybe if I start with some small and unimportant things now, the grand plan will reveal itself later. Th

  • >Theo Today, 8:46am Hey Art. If you’re reading this I’m most likely dead. On the other hand if you’re not reading this – then you are most likely dead. I’m not sure which one I would prefer t

  • I had some time to kill, and an internet connection, so I used my VPN account to hop through a few obscure servers throughout the world, just in case, and used a VoIP service located in India to call

  • While I was thinking how to get down from the plane with my small backpack and the rifle, Tia approached the plane. “Throw me your rifle,” she said.  The family kept staring at me, with ever widening

  • I’m not a hero. I don’t look like a hero, I don’t sound like a hero, my balls are not made of steel or even an inferior softer metal. I’m not even remotely qualified for what I needed to do. But no on

  • Tia sighed deeply, then continued speaking in a deep conspiratorial voice. “ETTF stands for the ‘European Timber Trade Federation’ – the scariest government agency there is,” she said with the g

  • We were speeding towards the artifact in her bike, disregarding most traffic regulations along the way.  “Now that we’re done with your questions, here is a list of mine,” her voice announced sharply

  • Tia smoothly guided the whisper-quiet electric bike behind the abandoned farmhouse, where we promptly dismounted, and tensely looked at each other. Tia pointed at the gun case, without speaking a word

  • “AI, I need to see outside of the ship. Are there any windows here that I’m not seeing?” Before I finished that sentence, the whole interior wall of the shuttle had disappeared. I gasped, totally diso

  • The sea was dark and stormy, illuminated by the full moon. The dramatic lighting gave it that intense look of an old painting depicting a naval battle of some sort. All that was missing are a few tall

  • The shuttle was hovering over the second row of containers which had formed a wide shelf in front of the weaponized containers, which to my astonishment had indeed been adorned with ZIM logos. Those t

  • Just as I locked the last container, people started popping up from the hatch at the fore mast’s crow’s nest. First three went down before they knew what hit them. The next two took cover behind the t

  • Teary-eyed, Tia pointed to the sky. “Look at the contrails! Is it me or is there something wrong about them?” As the five contrails started to curve towards horizontal flight, their curves started to

  • We were flying at the shuttle’s top speed, which was, scientifically speaking, ridiculously fast. I have instructed the ship to approach the Arabella and hold as far as its optical sensors can resolve