Michael John Grist » Science Fiction

Jethro’s Fall

MJG — Sat, 15 May 2010 03:57:15 +0000

JETHRO’S FALL is a novel, the story of two polar opposite brothers in a post-apocalyptic city, striving to hang onto what humanity they have left while fighting Biotic racism, corporate lies, and the fallacy at the heart of it all....

Building New Atlantis

MJG — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 20:48:36 +0000

by Michael John Grist The first stage in the construction of New Atlantis went quietly, and the world scarcely noticed. It looked enough like a new ship or oil drilling platform on the satellite photos that no other nation would pay it too much mind.

The Nature of Man

MJG — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 21:29:42 +0000

My Kids

MJG — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 00:18:58 +0000

“It happened 2 years ago,” he says. “What did?” Silence. “You don’t remember?” “Did I ever know?” Silence. Reflection. “I don’t think you ever did.” “Then that’s good.” “Yes. It is.” Image from here. The sun shines brightly against the...

Freya 13

MJG — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 02:26:42 +0000

Delathon Rent, a 28 year old technician on the Freya 13 space station, sits slumped in the Outer rim command pod with a gas hatch sealed behind him, video-phone in his lap, waiting for it to ring. He’s been waiting...

Hunting Ground

MJG — Thu, 21 May 2009 00:20:08 +0000

REN, TEKALUS, LORIE They pick up the blip off the bait drop corner, burning bright green on the inner screen of their visors, flashing with a rapid-fire heartbeat, scouring afterglow trails into their eyes. Itâ€™s the strongest theyâ€™ve ever seen....

Route 66

MJG — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 01:28:14 +0000

Black highway snaking through an empty desert, star-studded midnight sky overhead, reflecting on the polished blacktop. Constellations dot to dot across the shiny old road, here and there disturbed by the central glint of refracting cat’s eyes, forming new and...

One Eighty

MJG — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 12:11:51 +0000

Dray wakes up with the message light on his mobile phone flashing redly in his eyes. He rolls over on his futon, reaches out into the cold, and pulls it under the covers, flicks it open. Time is 11:00, 2...

The Book of All

MJG — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 00:46:26 +0000

I’m a cripple. Always have been. I was born with one of the latest cerebro-spinal disorders, unpleasant off-shoot of muddled genetic manipulation in vitro. My father was one of the leading scientists in the field at the time. He was...

Deathwatch

MJG — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 01:48:58 +0000

It’s a beautiful day already. The sun is up and dawning like a golden rip in the pewter and orange sky, leaking rays of light across the blue ocean and bridge. Everything is still. It’s a beginning, the start of...