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You May Think You're Special*

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You May Think You're Special*

It didn’t take long before I noticed little things that weren’t quite the same; the subtle difference in the color of my morning creamer, a prominent politician in the news whose face was somehow unfamiliar. The changes were everywhere. “Might take longer to find her in this one,” I said to myself. How many places had I visited? Hundreds, maybe thousands; cramped city apartments high over noisy streets, thatched huts in serene mountain villages, opulent townhomes nestled along coastal resorts. I could never remember all the names, so I just called them Dreamvilles. Gina was nearby. I could feel it. She was the best

Fairfield and Co.*

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Fairfield and Co.*

    Wavy lines of text sprouted over his stretched-out torso like a terraced hillside of rice. Cuffed trousers partially blocked the azure edge of Neptune arcing across the apartment window, while bulbous airships drifted by. Fairfield Hayes, one elbow resting on his desk, twitched his fingers in mid-air until, with a sharp poke, the final mote of a fertile mind ended the page.    He paused, then hit send. The virtual article sank into the drop-box icon hanging over his feet, quickly replaced by the miniature image of a woman in business attire.    "Just in time, Fairfield,” his editor said. “Head office wanted this an hour ago,

Displaced*

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Displaced*

    Gray tufts stitched a bleeding horizon. The urban landscape stretching around him had grown steadily under Walker’s leadership, yet he knew nothing would ever be quite the same again. A habit of holding his billed cap at his side while massaging a tired jaw made him feel better, if only for the moment, but the weight of a five year struggle to survive could not be lifted so easily.    He put on the cap, then joined the small gathering ahead as the sun rose.    ***    After the asteroid hit, communities sprang up quickly, much faster than many had imagined. People helping people, that’s all it took. There was a moderate a

Zeeko's Adventure (excerpt)*

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Zeeko's Adventure (excerpt)*

    Zeeko was happy in his bubble. It wasn’t a particularly large one, but it was all he needed. All he should ever need, he’d been told. A soup of breathable, digestible liquid buoyed his light frame. It warmed him, bathed him, and kept him secure.    A purple tinge of ultraviolet ringed a supernova remnant in the distance. Silver x-ray blobs gave it a soft halo. He flared both hands, and pushed towards that side, skin between elongated fingers stretched to maximum, webbed feet kicking alternately. With a palm against the inner surface, he reduced shielding to let in an extra dose of the energy-reviving rays streaming from that

Soft Planet (excerpt)*

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Soft Planet (excerpt)*

    Her fingers and toes were numb with cold, but Caroline managed to get to her feet, and maintain a wobbly stance under the dim starlight. Sand, and bits of rock, fell from her pressure suit. She massaged a sore knee. Nothing feels broken, at least. Helmet light isn’t working, but status indicators on the forearm are lit. Power and oxygen supplies better than half gone. Communications is out. She scrambled for the data collector, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found it still resting in its pouch. A quick check showed the device to be in working order.    Her memory of the crash wasn’t completely clear. More than anythin

The Chronicles of Langdon P. Rutherford (excerpt)*

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The Chronicles of Langdon P. Rutherford (excerpt)*

From the journal of Dr. Langdon P. Rutherford, Esq March 25, 1878  Part 1 - Most Unusual Circumstances    It was on the evening of August 11, 1853, that the mysterious package arrived. A boy stood on my doorstep, holding a wooden box with outstretched arms. In the distance, the receding clatter of hooves was interspersed by a driver’s faint commands.    “Special delivery, sir.” The lad spoke in haste, and seemed eager to rid himself of his possession. My usual caution gave way to intrigue as I took the object from him. Much to my consternation, before I could retrieve payment from my waistcoat pocket, he scampered down t

The Soft War - Part 1: Alliances (excerpt)*

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The Soft War - Part 1: Alliances (excerpt)*

Part 1 - Alliances     Bright orange spheres, the size of marbles, pelted the ground as John dove through an open, chain-link gate. He winced when his knee struck a sharp edge of jagged concrete. The gate closed and locked behind him. An egg-shaped tracker bot hovered just outside, a whir coming from the small propellers encircling its lower body. The bot, its minimal AI well within government restrictions, seemed satisfied the quarry was safely confined. It sped off.    He stood, and brushed bits of gravel from his beard. A metal sign over the gate flapped in the mid-morning breeze. It read, “Neurots Only”.    With a slight

A Soft Journey (excerpt)*

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A Soft Journey (excerpt)*

    Quantum probabilities hovered, then settled into a decision. “Hit me,” the android said.    Jennifer asked, “You're sure?”    “Yes,” he replied. “Please hit me.”    She extended her arm, and set the playing card face-up in front of him. He stared down at the table, then asked, “Twenty-one, I believe?”    Turning over her card, Jennifer sighed. “And yet again.” She leaned forward, dark eyes narrowing on an olive complexion. “You're a lucky robot, Harold.”    He grinned. Synthetic gel-flesh stretched over silicate cheeks and jaw, drawn by fibrous nano-c

Leaving Neander Valley (excerpt)*

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Leaving Neander Valley (excerpt)*

    With a two-legged lunge, SkippingRock barreled into SunAndBear’s shoulder, knocking the smaller boy flat on his back. SunAndBear’s head smacked against the frozen hillside. His fur-covered garments, encrusted with snow and pine needles, were damp with sweat. He threw his arms around his older brother’s ribs, and shoved him to one side. Rolling on top, SunAndBear pinned SkippingRock with forearms against collarbone, knees on top of arms. SkippingRock struggled, and tried to buck SunAndBear off, but he was too heavy to budge. SunAndBear let out a whoop and a chuckle.    The boys separated. SkippingRock rubbed his chest wh

Chronicles of Langdon Rutherford - Part 4 (part)

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Chronicles of Langdon Rutherford - Part 4 (part)

My nightly vigil was maintained in earnest for nearly three years, until which time I grew despondent over the efficacy of my efforts, experiencing a mood of melancholy greater than I had ever before known. I wished for my memories to recede until there was little to remind me of that horrid time. Towards that end, I returned to a routine more typical of an educated man of letters. After lecturing during the day, I spent each evening at home with Claire and the children, retiring at a decent hour. Yet I could not forget. The ties were not entirely severed, as I had managed to retrieve several items from the creature’s lair before flames
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Donnie's Decision

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Donnie's Decision

“Hey Floater!” The shout tore across Zeeko's awareness. His lanky frame sloshed about in the gelatinous pool that had once been his home. So many straight lines. So many edges. Donnie stood over him. "Floaters aren't allowed down here, so why don'tcha go back where you came from?" Zeeko shivered in the cold morning air. The blue glow under the skin of his chest darkened slightly. He rolled his head towards Donnie, winced at the bright orange sun. He wanted to block it out with his hand, but could barely raise either arm in the gravity of this world. "Can you hear me, freak?" Soft pulses of air pressed against Zeeko's skin.
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Fairfield and Co.*

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Fairfield and Co.*

    Wavy lines of text sprouted over his stretched-out torso like a terraced hillside of rice. Cuffed trousers partially blocked the azure edge of Neptune arcing across the apartment window, while bulbous airships drifted by. Fairfield Hayes, one elbow resting on his desk, twitched his fingers in mid-air until, with a sharp poke, the final mote of a fertile mind ended the page.    He paused, then hit send. The virtual article sank into the drop-box icon hanging over his feet, quickly replaced by the miniature image of a woman in business attire.    "Just in time, Fairfield,” his editor said. “Head office wanted this an hour ago,

Displaced*

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Displaced*

    Gray tufts stitched a bleeding horizon. The urban landscape stretching around him had grown steadily under Walker’s leadership, yet he knew nothing would ever be quite the same again. A habit of holding his billed cap at his side while massaging a tired jaw made him feel better, if only for the moment, but the weight of a five year struggle to survive could not be lifted so easily.    He put on the cap, then joined the small gathering ahead as the sun rose.    ***    After the asteroid hit, communities sprang up quickly, much faster than many had imagined. People helping people, that’s all it took. There was a moderate a

You May Think You're Special*

Y

You May Think You're Special*

It didn’t take long before I noticed little things that weren’t quite the same; the subtle difference in the color of my morning creamer, a prominent politician in the news whose face was somehow unfamiliar. The changes were everywhere. “Might take longer to find her in this one,” I said to myself. How many places had I visited? Hundreds, maybe thousands; cramped city apartments high over noisy streets, thatched huts in serene mountain villages, opulent townhomes nestled along coastal resorts. I could never remember all the names, so I just called them Dreamvilles. Gina was nearby. I could feel it. She was the best

Zeeko's Adventure (excerpt)*

Z

Zeeko's Adventure (excerpt)*

    Zeeko was happy in his bubble. It wasn’t a particularly large one, but it was all he needed. All he should ever need, he’d been told. A soup of breathable, digestible liquid buoyed his light frame. It warmed him, bathed him, and kept him secure.    A purple tinge of ultraviolet ringed a supernova remnant in the distance. Silver x-ray blobs gave it a soft halo. He flared both hands, and pushed towards that side, skin between elongated fingers stretched to maximum, webbed feet kicking alternately. With a palm against the inner surface, he reduced shielding to let in an extra dose of the energy-reviving rays streaming from that

Soft Planet (excerpt)*

S

Soft Planet (excerpt)*

    Her fingers and toes were numb with cold, but Caroline managed to get to her feet, and maintain a wobbly stance under the dim starlight. Sand, and bits of rock, fell from her pressure suit. She massaged a sore knee. Nothing feels broken, at least. Helmet light isn’t working, but status indicators on the forearm are lit. Power and oxygen supplies better than half gone. Communications is out. She scrambled for the data collector, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found it still resting in its pouch. A quick check showed the device to be in working order.    Her memory of the crash wasn’t completely clear. More than anythin

The Chronicles of Langdon P. Rutherford (excerpt)*

T

The Chronicles of Langdon P. Rutherford (excerpt)*

From the journal of Dr. Langdon P. Rutherford, Esq March 25, 1878  Part 1 - Most Unusual Circumstances    It was on the evening of August 11, 1853, that the mysterious package arrived. A boy stood on my doorstep, holding a wooden box with outstretched arms. In the distance, the receding clatter of hooves was interspersed by a driver’s faint commands.    “Special delivery, sir.” The lad spoke in haste, and seemed eager to rid himself of his possession. My usual caution gave way to intrigue as I took the object from him. Much to my consternation, before I could retrieve payment from my waistcoat pocket, he scampered down t

The Soft War - Part 1: Alliances (excerpt)*

T

The Soft War - Part 1: Alliances (excerpt)*

Part 1 - Alliances     Bright orange spheres, the size of marbles, pelted the ground as John dove through an open, chain-link gate. He winced when his knee struck a sharp edge of jagged concrete. The gate closed and locked behind him. An egg-shaped tracker bot hovered just outside, a whir coming from the small propellers encircling its lower body. The bot, its minimal AI well within government restrictions, seemed satisfied the quarry was safely confined. It sped off.    He stood, and brushed bits of gravel from his beard. A metal sign over the gate flapped in the mid-morning breeze. It read, “Neurots Only”.    With a slight

A Soft Journey (excerpt)*

A

A Soft Journey (excerpt)*

    Quantum probabilities hovered, then settled into a decision. “Hit me,” the android said.    Jennifer asked, “You're sure?”    “Yes,” he replied. “Please hit me.”    She extended her arm, and set the playing card face-up in front of him. He stared down at the table, then asked, “Twenty-one, I believe?”    Turning over her card, Jennifer sighed. “And yet again.” She leaned forward, dark eyes narrowing on an olive complexion. “You're a lucky robot, Harold.”    He grinned. Synthetic gel-flesh stretched over silicate cheeks and jaw, drawn by fibrous nano-c

Leaving Neander Valley (excerpt)*

L

Leaving Neander Valley (excerpt)*

    With a two-legged lunge, SkippingRock barreled into SunAndBear’s shoulder, knocking the smaller boy flat on his back. SunAndBear’s head smacked against the frozen hillside. His fur-covered garments, encrusted with snow and pine needles, were damp with sweat. He threw his arms around his older brother’s ribs, and shoved him to one side. Rolling on top, SunAndBear pinned SkippingRock with forearms against collarbone, knees on top of arms. SkippingRock struggled, and tried to buck SunAndBear off, but he was too heavy to budge. SunAndBear let out a whoop and a chuckle.    The boys separated. SkippingRock rubbed his chest wh

Chronicles of Langdon Rutherford - Part 4 (part)

C

Chronicles of Langdon Rutherford - Part 4 (part)

My nightly vigil was maintained in earnest for nearly three years, until which time I grew despondent over the efficacy of my efforts, experiencing a mood of melancholy greater than I had ever before known. I wished for my memories to recede until there was little to remind me of that horrid time. Towards that end, I returned to a routine more typical of an educated man of letters. After lecturing during the day, I spent each evening at home with Claire and the children, retiring at a decent hour. Yet I could not forget. The ties were not entirely severed, as I had managed to retrieve several items from the creature’s lair before flames

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A Soft Journey (excerpt)*

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A Soft Journey (excerpt)*

    Quantum probabilities hovered, then settled into a decision. “Hit me,” the android said.    Jennifer asked, “You're sure?”    “Yes,” he replied. “Please hit me.”    She extended her arm, and set the playing card face-up in front of him. He stared down at the table, then asked, “Twenty-one, I believe?”    Turning over her card, Jennifer sighed. “And yet again.” She leaned forward, dark eyes narrowing on an olive complexion. “You're a lucky robot, Harold.”    He grinned. Synthetic gel-flesh stretched over silicate cheeks and jaw, drawn by fibrous nano-c
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Spotlight

Leaving Neander Valley (excerpt)*

L

Leaving Neander Valley (excerpt)*

    With a two-legged lunge, SkippingRock barreled into SunAndBear’s shoulder, knocking the smaller boy flat on his back. SunAndBear’s head smacked against the frozen hillside. His fur-covered garments, encrusted with snow and pine needles, were damp with sweat. He threw his arms around his older brother’s ribs, and shoved him to one side. Rolling on top, SunAndBear pinned SkippingRock with forearms against collarbone, knees on top of arms. SkippingRock struggled, and tried to buck SunAndBear off, but he was too heavy to budge. SunAndBear let out a whoop and a chuckle.    The boys separated. SkippingRock rubbed his chest wh
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Former computer programmer. Sometimes I write, paint, or draw. #actuallyautistic


Proud to have my contributions included in this book of advice from over 20 autistic adults:

Been There Done That Try This


Favourite Visual Artist
Wassily Kandinsky, Max Ernst, Rene Magritte, Georgia O'Keeffe, Chesley Bonestell, Frank Kelly Freas, Frank Frazetta, Wayne Barlowe, Brian Froud, Roger Dean, John Howe, Ted Nasmith, Chuck Jones, Theodor Geisel, Berkeley Breathed
Favourite Movies
Forbidden Planet, 2001, Star Wars, Blade Runner, Alien, Brazil, Road Warrior, Dark City, Fifth Element, Men in Black, Sin City, Lord of the Rings, Crank, Hellboy, Star Trek, Guardians of the Galaxy, Deadpool
Favourite TV Shows
Star Trek, MASH, Hill Street Blues, Cosmos, Seinfeld, Sopranos, Lost, Fringe, Weeds, True Blood, Big Bang Theory, Community, Breaking Bad, Sons of Anarchy, Walking Dead, Better Call Saul, Bob's Burgers, Superstore
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Chuck Berry, Beatles, Kinks, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Neil Young, David Bowie, Captain Beefheart, Cabaret Voltaire, The Pretenders, REM, Talking Heads, XTC, They Might Be Giants, Nirvana, Soundgarden, Tool, White Stripes, Black Keys, Decemberists, Tosca
Favourite Books
Lord of the Rings, Dune, Foundation Trilogy, Ringworld, Dhalgren, The Earthsea Trilogy, Rondezvous with Rama, The Illustrated Man, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dragons of Eden, The Dinosaur Heresies
Favourite Writers
H. G. Wells, Isacc Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Arthur C Clarke, Frank Herbert, Kut Vonnegut, J. R. R. Tolkien, Larry Niven, Samuel R. Delany, Ursula K. Le Guin, Douglas Adams, H. P. Lovecraft, Theodor Geisel, e.e. cummings
Favourite Games
Horizon Zero Dawn, The Last of Us, GTA5, Fallout 4, Skyrim, Mass Effect, Bioshock, Assassin's Creed, Red Dead Redemption, Uncharted, Portal, Half-Life 2, Doom 3, Call of Duty, Mechwarrior 3, Max Payne, MDK, Jedi Knight, Half-Life, Unreal, Quake
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox One
Tools of the Trade
keyboard, pen, pencil, eraser, watercolor, fingers, damp sponge, scissors, glue, stencils, exacto knife
Other Interests
nutrition, clouds, psychology, foley artists, optical illusions, anthropology, spirals, glass blowing, paradoxes, biology, art forgery, ice sculpture, astronomy, statistics, the placebo effect, cosmology, bonsai trees

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Expanded version of my story collection available.

Expanded collection of my stories. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B084ZWX6MG/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0

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In the early part of the century a charismatic leader rose to power in a powerful country. He promised to rebuild what had been lost, to bring employment and prosperity to all, and to rid the nation of the outsider, labeling them as degenerate. Critics were declared liars, and anyone who opposed him was denounced and removed from position. His words were grandiose, redefining wrong to right, and attempting to turn the false into reality. He sowed division and distrust in the population, inspiring believers to commit violent retributions against those he targeted, sometimes on a mass scale. Towards the end of his reign, his policies lead to an entire segment of the population being decimated. Eventually the forces against him triumphed, and the full extent of his crimes was only then understood. The great land began to recover from the destruction of its institutions, proud history, and reputation among the nations of the world. His name was Adolf Hitler. Since those days, history has

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