The Second OptionDavid had no idea what the college was thinking. Surely they couldn't believe such research would be tolerated even if the fools in the government dropped the ban. Even one member short, his team would soon put a stop to it. Poor Wilkes would be disappointed to miss the excitement. Who'd ever heard of someone being recalled to active duty just to have their vaccinations brought up to date.
"Damn fool." There was nothing David could do but watch as Mikhail was taken from the airport in handcuffs. What kind of idiot allowed a library fine to fester to the point it became a felony? That would need to be brought up at the next meeting. Anyone who could manage that wasn't someone they needed to have on a strike team.
David knew the old adage well. Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. But three times, oh yes the third time it's enemy action. If they were lucky Juan and Amanda would make it out of the terminal without their weapons being detected, but not in time to catch up. The rest
Haiku for the second week of DecemberArizona Winter Walks
A cold wind blowing
my jacket keeps my chest warm.
Must unzip, too warm.
Cold wind still blowing.
Ears, cheeks, and fingers aching.
No earmuffs or gloves.
Best feature ever!
It is totally paid off.
Horrah, no payments.
I think it smells cash,
warning lamps are lighting up.
A bill, no cash left.
One gigabyte free!
Undreamable in my youth,
today gets warning.
Do not take daily.
Death has occurred when taken so.
Take it all at once.
Soft mumbling again comes.
Acknowledge it and stress comes.
Ignore and stress comes.
Meant to write today.
Meant to write yesterday too.
Where are those hours?
I click on Next Page,
Yet nothing new displays.
Caught up. How fleeting.
Flashfic: Precedent, part twoCentury old cartoons it turned out don't form precedent in the courtroom. But money, the lawyers money could buy, and politics still came with influence. Six months and five broken television viewership ratings later the former orphan was ruled to now be Chauncey Davis Zwatl.
"But I never liked being Chauncey," the boy in question told the judge, "Can I be Davis Zwatl?"
Judge Henderson considered the odds he'd make it out of the courthouse without being hounded by reporters yet again. He considered the odds they wouldn't bother coming to a name change hearing. The boy's new mother gave a thumbs up and started nodding when he turned to ask her approval.
"Very well, so ordered. My clerk will update the paperwork before I sign it. Agni Zwatl, congratulations, you are now a mother in the eyes of the law. Young Davis, I wish you the best with your new family. Both of you, please try to avoid finding yourself in my courtroom again."
The new mother and son had almost made to the exit when Jud
Flashfic: Precident"If I may cite Peabody vs New York, 1959, this matter has already been decided."
The younger of the two police officers at the door blinked at the alien. "The what of when?"
"It was on your television just the other day. Like Mister Peabody and his Sherman I saw this poor orphan boy and decided I could give him a good home. If you'll allow a dog to adopt a boy then why not me?"
The officer continued to look confused until his older partner whispered something in his ear.
"Miss Zwatl, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but that was a cartoon. There are rules. You can't just take kids off the street."
The boy in question leaned around Zwatl's side, "I don't want to go back to the foster home. They always yelled at me. And she cooks good!"
Zwatl and the boy both jumped as a voice broke in behind them, "Again?"
"Mom! It's different this time! This one doesn't have a family, I checked."
The older officer took over, "Ambassador, perhaps we could discuss this inside?"
Mecha Hero?Stupid aliens. Stupid alien invasions. TV lied. Becoming a mecha pilot was supposed to be awesome. How'd he end up doing this?
"Unit Green Two, ready for launch?"
"Green Two, ready."
It was as if a giant kicked the back of his seat when the electromagnetic catapult grabbed his two ton walking robot and flung it into the night sky. A bare thirty seconds of free fall before the magnetic chute deployed, it's invisible wings of force slowing him to land with muffled thuds on the city pavement.
"Green Two, I've landed at the designated zone. No activity in the area."
"Roger Green Two, proceed with mission."
"Proceeding." Stepping the robot out from the red painted grid of the landing pad he looked up and down the street before calling out to the robot's AI. "Deploy sprayers."
Nozzles appeared at the ends of the robot's arms, spraying a lightly foaming liquid from where he stood to the next light. "Retract sprayers. Deploy vacuum."
He reached up as a box opened on the back of his robot. Grab