583: Next Stop, Lincoln!

“Next stop, Lincoln!” The voice over the PA system was relatively crisp, considering the overall squalor of the traveling compartment. Lionel grabbed his bag, and headed for the exit. A couple people were already in front of him. The door opened, and they glanced the ground whizzing past thirty-thousand feet below. Lionel clutched his stomach…

227: The Perfect Maze

Daedalus had been working on his most recent project for months, and was beginning to feel the sweet elation that comes when completion is near. These days it was hard to wipe the grin off of his face. After all, this would be his masterpiece. The maze would be almost impossible to solve. In the…

216: Amelia’s Journey

Braap, Braap, Braap. The foghorns sounded loudly in Amelia’s ear. This was strange, because spaceships don’t generally have foghorns. Of course, Amelia didn’t have much time to ponder that thought as she bent over the boilers, stoking them up for another run at the Mentolia system. It had been nine days since the first attempt,…