In the beginning, the universe was small, hot, and dense. And lonely. The only life that evolved to intelligence, in a desperate bid to communicate and achieve immortality, made a monumental decision.
Waking Freedom Day
Telepaths Always Ride Motorcycles – CH2
If Only Some Are Free
Aliens Can’t Sing The Blues
“Murphy was an optimist.” Randy smiled to himself as he fingered the faded words on the wall. The room was spartan, with only the essential bed and toilet. It wasn’t much larger than a prison cell, but he would miss it. The crowded walls were covered with hand-drawn peace signs, scribbled cartoons, and depictions of marijuana plants. Hours of Randy’s idle time reflected in the...