James Bloomer

A Letter Of Complaint

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 10:17:26 +0000

Spacesuits And Sixguns

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A Letter Of Complaint now online in Spacesuits And Sixguns

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 10:15:28 +0000

My story A Letter Of Complaint is online in the new issue of Spacesuits and Sixguns Magazine.

The End

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

It all stopped. Suddenly. Finally. All dimensions curled up and shrank away. All m-branes. All universes.
Everything.
Until there was nothing.
The end.

The Intergalactic Helpdesk

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

"Hello, Intergalactic Helpdesk, how can I help?"

"Oh, hi, yeah, my world is broken."

Another Leaf Fell

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

Another leaf fell. A small piece of the world dying. Matrokisha watched with heavy depression settling on his mind.
How many seconds to shutdown now?
He'd given up counting, the endless countdown pulled his spirits even lower.
A gust of wind. Another hundred leaves fell.
Time falling past.
Life falling past.
Like all the other lives. And it never became any easier: watching them die, watching the world die, leaving. The moments of joy scattered throughout the past were infected by sadness.
Eternity, not what he was promised.

Brane Transportation Required

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

Wanted: M-brane slide. Low usage. Good brand. Must cope with n-verse probabilities. Willing to pick up.

Coming Home

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

They came back. No one expected that. They had been sent away, packed into a generation ship and pointed towards some non-existent hope.

For Sale

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

For sale: quantum core. Only 10³⁴ universes spawned.

Bank Holiday

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

Bank Holiday teleporter tailback. Overloaded. Queues at the booths. Beaches crowded beyond comfort. Proces hiked.
"The teleporter will free you!"
Bring back my car.

Fleeing the Apocalypse

Fri, 23 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

Can you outrun the apocalypse? We thought we'd try.

We stayed off the log-jammed roads, and rode bikes through silent, empty woods. Until the quarantine bit tight and we abandoned the land.

We swam through the muddy river water until exhausted, then floated and let the river take us. Diving deep at bridges. Digging under nets that tried to stop us. Out onto the coast.

Along the country's edge, passing hulks of ships overcrowded with dead. Searching for a vessel to carry us, and finding it locked away and remote, and so perfect we cried.

Into the ocean. Into the wild sea. The only place we know to be safe. Learning how to live a new life.

But...

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

"But..."

Destabilise

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

The solar system's intelligence ascended into a morass of quantum entanglement, making all things possible. In the future it saw misery, as progress assimilated the galaxy, uncaring of species or history. And it knew that alive, it could not resist, the urge to evolve and expand too overwhelming.

So it reached deep into the universe, tweaked fundamental physical laws, and watched its quantum states destabilise in a wave of cleansing. Leaving a fresh universe. To start again.

Far Flung

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

I don't know how many of us are left now. We fled and scattered, leaving our home-world, taking our chances alone. Hiding. Running. Fighting.
For what?
Just for survival. There is no hope for us. That is the perceived wisdom.
It is wrong. Today they came for me and I killed them, slashing their beings across five universes and ten states of existence. They can't touch me, they never will. It gives me hope.
So now the quest changes, from running to searching. Across the stars, the gulf, through the orbitals and colonies and hyper-cruiser fleets. Finding my people.Congealing into a race again.
Until there is enough of us.
Then we can make a home again, an no one will be able to stop us.

Like it is

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

The sky burned off the visible spectrum. Everything died.
Rising up from the ashes, everything was tried.
The path is blocked forever more.
Acceptance required.

Interlude

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 08:00:00 +0000

We attach our life to other lives around us, like clipping together magnetic toys, until finally we have a shape that we are happy with. Or maybe just satisfied with. Or maybe we just got tired.