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Perfecting Humanity

Perfecting Humanity

Background: Perfecting Humanity is a story that popped into my head years ago when perusing some “everything is a simulation” fiction. The concept of us living in a simulation has always bugged me. If humanity is simply a simulated existence, then why don’t we see the rollbacks, the retcons? The solution, it turned out, was in git.

Git is a version manager tool primarily used for coding and such. I’m not going to dig in too deep here, but suffice to say, it makes it easy for versions of code to be spun off while maintaining a pristine “main” branch of the code.

Once I thought of it that way, Perfecting Humanity came into being. After all, why run a simulation unless you’re trying to figure out how to perfect something? Why would humanity be any different? Each step, each iteration, should ideally bring us closer to that perfection.

The only issue is humans are not perfect. And we never will be.

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P.S.

This is my story and isn’t being given away; i.e. all ideas are mine unless otherwise noted. See my copyright page for details.


February 8, 2008

The first time I died I was eighteen.

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“Soundless” Available Now!

“Soundless” Available Now!

Darin is a good guy.

At least, that’s what he thinks.

He’s a telekinetic contract killer for the government. They point, he shoots.

When a successful job gets complicated, he finds himself on the run from his former employers and in possession of a secret that changes history and the face of the world.

Can Darin expose this terrible plot before they kill him?

Does he even want to?

You’ll love this dystopian novella because everyone needs to feel hope in the face of overwhelming odds.

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John Killed Everyone

John Killed Everyone

Background: “John Killed Everyone” came about as the result of plotting for another story I’ve been working on for about five years now, “Soundless.” In that world, 97% of humans speak telepathically as the result of a manufactured virus that killed everyone on the planet who didn’t have a certain set of genes that predisposed one to having telepathy.

Eventually, I started wondering how the the whole “mass murder” thing happened and lit on the idea that it wasn’t actually a concerted effort by a series of eugenics-obsessed governments, but rather a single terrorist trying to take out the United States.

Unfortunately for the world, that terrorist, infected with her own virus, encounters the unluckiest man to have ever lived.

Enjoy.

— Mike

P.S.

This is my story and isn’t being given away; i.e. all ideas are mine unless otherwise noted. See my copyright page for details.

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Until Next Time

Until Next Time

Background: “Until Next Time” was the result of a rather horrible thought experiment where I imagined how my world would change if my spouse passed away. My immediate next thought was, “Well, if I had the technology, I’d do absolutely whatever it took to bring her back.”

That’s it. That’s the story.

Enjoy.

— Mike

P.S.

This is my story and isn’t being given away; i.e. all ideas are mine unless otherwise noted. See my copyright page for details.

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I tuck her in.

It’s a well-practiced moment.  One worn down by infinite repetition.

But it’s special.  A thing between me and her.  A moment where we leave behind all the worries of the world and simply be.

A moment when I get a reprieve from this reality.

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From Earth, With Love

From Earth, With Love

Background: “From Earth, With Love” was written specifically for a call for submissions looking for Terry Pratchett-style humor. I popped this story out and submitted it only to receive a rejection. Since then, I’ve tried submitting it to other magazines, but the weird humor in it doesn’t make it a good fit for most SF/F mags.

As such, I’m officially taking it out of circulation and posting it here! Enjoy my attempt at humor. I’m sure it’s horrible.

— Mike

P.S.

This is my story and isn’t being given away; i.e. all ideas are mine unless otherwise noted. See my copyright page for details.


If my cat hadn’t died when my house fell into the ocean, I wouldn’t be trudging through chest-high sludge on this poor excuse for a colony.

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