At the age of sixteen, Abigail Wyeth was thirty-three years old. Born in the twentieth century, she now lived in the twenty-seventh. Having died in 2026 at the age of thirty-one, her mind and soul were harvested and placed into a computer “for the good of mankind”.
John Wyeth was a successful man. At nineteen, he graduated at the top of his class at a respected university. By the age of twenty-two, he had survived three brutal years of warfare, serving as commanding officer for a behind-the-lines reconnaissance platoon.
Terran Date* Title/Event 1945 Mar. 22 Startled Allies 1995 Dec. 24 Grandma’s Grandma 1996 Future Youth – Dual entry 2060-2106 Martian Iron Rush; Abundant iron & titanium supplies make possible mankind’s push into space. 2065* The Bombala Mines Fast Draw 2066* The Spectacular Duster Jig of Black-eyed Gadson 2068 October* Pinch of Cinnamon 2068*…
FTL Light Years Per Days to Travel Hours Speed Minute Hour Day Week 10 ly 50 ly 10 ly 2,000 0.00 0.23 5.48 38.33 1.8263 9.1313 43.8300 3,000 0.01 0.34 8.21 57.49 1.2175 6.0875 29.2200 4,000 0.01 0.46 10.95 76.66 0.9131 4.5656 21.9150 5,000 0.01 0.57 13.69 95.82 0.7305 3.6525 17.5320 6,000 0.01 0.68 16.43…
FTL Speed Light Years per Weeks to Travel Minute Hour Day Week 10 ly 50 ly 100 ly 30 0.0001 0.003 0.08 0.57 17.39 86.96 173.93 35 0 0.004 0.10 0.67 14.91 74.54 149.08 40 0 0.005 0.11 0.77 13.04 65.22 130.45 45 0 0.005 0.12 0.86 11.60 57.98 115.95 50 0 0.006 0.14 0.96…
FTL AU*s per Light Years per Weeks to Travel Speed Minute Hour Day Day Week 1 ly 10 ly 50 ly 11.2 1.40 84 2,016 0.03 0.21 4.66 46.59 232.94 12 1.50 90 2,160 0.03 0.23 4.35 43.48 217.41 14 1.75 105 2,520 0.04 0.27 3.73 37.27 186.35 16 2.00 120 2,880 0.04…
Becky Elam was ready. The hoverlimo eased up to the curb of Enla’s infamous Gut Shot saloon and the door opened. She stepped out, careful to keep her dress from riding up her legs, then turned to tell the limo driver he could go. Unnecessary. The limo and driver were already gone, the door still…
MARTIAN TERRITORIAL LOG: 9 June, 15 MD Becky was probably waiting for breakfast. Normally, Vickie’s headstrong daughter would fix up breakfast herself or just stuff something into her saddle bags for eating on the range later. But today was different, and she’d been promised breakfast. A last home-cooked meal. A last meal? Vickie checked one…
December 25, 3491 Whitey was a wreck. Born a thousand years earlier on a planet a thousand light years away, the ancient freighter had made a thousand long forgotten runs for hundreds of years, no doubt providing a living for long forgotten crews. Somewhere in its dim history something had happened, and the ship had…
Wednesday, December 25, 2390 Martian Date: Tudec 25, 181 “Gotta bio, Sarge!” Hagan called out, snapping everyone’s attention to him instantly. Fear that death could still reach them, especially now, so close to the end, was a constant companion. “Where?” Sargeant Portyansky hollered back. His platoon of forty marines were the last living souls remaining…