by Anthology
**Initiating barrage jamming of biometric tracking scanner. Be advised: Continuous barrage jamming will reduce available processor power of Nightshade Command Program to 55% and may cause passenger vehicle core to overheat.**
**Warning: Damaged judicial containment vehicle is initiating contact with Central Judicial Dispatch. Attempting network denial of service protocols. Be advised: Processor power reduced to 35%. Remaining processor power will execute basic commands only.**
**Continue to specified destination?**
Yes.
**Destination initialized. Vehicle now out of biometric tracking scanner range. Deactivating barrage jam. Processing power restored to 80%.**
**Initiate new command.**
Report status of reward retrieval.
**Award of 20000 credits successfully received and transferred to account of Citizen 83404. Transfer to anonymous payment unit?**
Yes.
**Contacting Federated Colony Credit Union. Requesting transfer from account of Citizen 83404.**
**Command error: Transaction still pending. Generating Federated Revenue Bureau approval code for immediate posting of transaction.**
**Applicable code applied. Transfer to anonymous payment unit successful.**
**Imminent arrival at Intercolony Transport Portal. Discarding Citizen 83404 identification and generating new identification.**
**Warning: Judicial search units detected at Portal vehicle entrance. Scrambling biometric signature.**
(Central Judicial search program running. Scanning approaching passenger jumper vehicle.)
Command error: Unable to obtain clean biometric signature within vehicle. Attempting alternate organic analysis. Organic profile received. Comparing to Central Judicial criminal records.
Detected passenger is 6.8 kg heavier than the Citizen Census Bureau biometric record of Citizen 79867. Date of the most recent Bureau biometric record: November 18, 2135.
Running probability of weight discrepancy in Citizen 79867 since last biometric physical. Probability: 82% unlikely within Federated Colony Health Mandate Standards.
Aborting organic analysis. Passenger vehicle cleared for entry. Scanning next vehicle.
(Residential program activated. Self-diagnostics complete. Personalized morning sequence initialized.)
Good morning, Citizen 83404. The time is now 0715 on Tuesday, April 24, 2136. Climate within house: 22.2° Celsius, 29% relative humidity. Climate within orchid greenhouse: 30°Celsius, 73% absolute humidity.
Be advised: Necrotic roots discovered on two out of fifteen Paphiopedilum rothschildianum orchids. Immediate attention recommended.
Calendar reminder: Federated Orchid Society Hybrid Show is at 1700.
Warning: Possible suspicious activity present within last 12 hours on financial accounts. Check now?
Yes.
Personal financial accounts accessed. Current cumulative account balance: -230.03 credits. Select an option to repeat this balance in yuan, rupees, yen, or the US denomination of the now-defunct United States. Be advised: Federated Colony Credit Union will cease providing American currency services—
Skip. Trace last transaction.
Daniel J Davis
https://danieljdavisblogs.wordpress.com
The God Whisperer(Short story)
by Daniel J Davis
Originally published by Galaxy Press
When Jack got home from work on Thursday, he found a pyramid made of bird skulls in his flowerbed. Zu’ar—ancient god of death, strife, and war—must have gotten out of the yard again.
“Ugh,” he said.
More than anything, Jack just wanted to collapse in front of the TV. He wasn’t in any mood to deal with this right now.
The carnage didn’t end at the flowerbed. Scattered across his lawn were more than a dozen freshly-skinned chipmunk carcasses. The pelts were strung up in his holly bushes, drying in the sun.
This was getting out of hand. It was even worse than that time he’d owned a cat. At least the cat would just kill them cleanly, and bring them home as “presents.” But Zu’ar had these barbaric little rituals he had to observe.
Instead of going through the front door, Jack walked around the back of the house. More death and carnage was strewn through the shrubs along the side yard. And sure enough, he noticed a small hole underneath the fence. He’d have to remember to put a trashcan there tonight, until he could get to the store for a bag of gravel.
He decided to leave the back gate open behind him. If Zu’ar was prowling the neighborhood, Jack wanted it to be easy for him to get back in. He went inside and put his laptop bag down on the kitchen table. He got himself a glass of ice water.
“Zu’ar!” he called. “Zu’ar are you here?”
Jack didn’t hear him running around. He wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. He went into the living room, afraid of what kind of destruction he’d find.
The end table next to the couch lay on its side. One of the legs was broken off and missing. Worse, his grandmother’s old lamp had been smashed into pieces.
Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes. He could clean this up later. First he needed to take care of the mess out front, before the neighbors complained.
Two hours later, just as Jack was placing a spiked rabbit’s head into a trash bag, he felt a dark and terrible presence behind him. The air grew cold. The wind took on the distinct smell of fire and decay.
“Hello, Zu’ar”
He heard the rumble of the god’s voice inside his head.
“Greetings, Cowardly Weakling.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me that,” Jack said.
“I call you that because that is what you are,” the god thought. “My followers would have used you for chattel in their day.”
Jack made a mental note to look up the word chattel tonight.
“Look, you can’t keep going out and doing this.” He waved his arms around him, indicating the front yard and the flowerbeds. “I already told you that you could kill whatever comes into the back yard. The inside of the fence can be your realm of terror. I don’t care. But you have to leave the front yard alone. That sounds like a fair compromise, doesn’t it?”
“Zu’ar does not compromise with mortals, Weakling. Mortals beg him for mercy.”
Jack turned. Zu’ar stood before him defiantly, with his muscular legs spread apart. He glared at Jack with bone yellow eyes. His beard was the color of blood. He was wide, powerfully built, and just a few inches taller than a Barbie doll.
Zu'ar was wearing one of Jack’s old sweat socks as a shoulder bag. The bag-sock was filled with tiny spears. He had apparently carved their shafts out of the missing table leg, and used the broken lamp to make the tips.
The smell of fire and decay intensified. The little guy was obviously due for a bath.
“You really need to stop destroying my stuff. That lamp was an irreplaceable antique.”
“I laugh at your sentimentality, Weakling. I was old before the mountains were young. My followers were among the first men to climb out of the Living Mud that spawned your kind.
“Your ‘antique’ bauble was less than one hundred years old. That time is not even the blink of an eye in the span of my existence.”
Jack studied Zu’ar. He stared straight at him, meeting his tiny gaze head on. One second ticked by. Then two. Then three. On the count of fifteen, the god blinked.
Jack laughed to himself. “The ‘blink of an eye,’ huh?”
“I was attempting to put it in terms your feeble mind would understand, Weakling. Perhaps I failed.”
Jack sighed. “Right. I don’t suppose you’ll help me clean this up, huh? I’ve had a long day at work. I’d really just like to get this over with so I can relax.”
“You do the work of children and wet-nurses, Weakling. I exist for greater things.”
He watched Zu’ar go to the corner of the yard to relieve himself, before proudly walking through the gate and into the back yard.
Jack woke with the sun shining through the shades. He rolled over sleepily and looked at the display of his alarm clock. It was blank.
Jack shot bolt upright. What time was it? He stumbled out of bed, dragging half of the sheets with him. He fumbled in his pant’s pocket for his cell phone.
He flipped the phone open and read the time: 10:37. He was more than an hour late for work.
Jack swore. He looked back at his alarm clock. The power cord was gone. It had been ripped completely off.
“Zu’ar!” he yelled. “Zu’ar, where are you?”
“I am here, Weakling.” He walked into the room, carrying the wound-up cord in one of his tiny fists. He held up the frayed end with an evil smile. “I have created a scourge so that my enemies may know pain.”
“You destroyed my alarm clock!”
“Time is a human contrivance. I have no use for it.”
“But I could lose my job!”
“Fear not. I am confident that your sniveling ways will earn you another master to grovel before.”
Jack rushed to his closet. He hurriedly started laying out his work clothes. “You aren’t going to think this is funny when I don’t have any rent money this month.”
“On the contrary, I believe it would strengthen your character to live beneath the stars and fight for your food.”
But Jack was already more worried about what he would say to his boss when he got to work.
***
The boss had chewed Jack out when he arrived. He gave him a speech about responsibility, commitment to the company, and work ethic. Jack took the lashing like a whipped dog. He said “Yes, sir” and “No, sir” in all the right places. In the end, he’d escaped with his job. Now Jack was enjoying a very late, very short lunch break in the cafeteria.
“Have you tried obedience school?” Cory asked.
Jack popped a potato puffer into his mouth. Cory was the company's IT wizard. He'd been solving Jack's tech problems for years. He'd also been listening to Jack's personal problems for a large chunk of that time.
“I was going to,” he said. “I signed up for the class and everything. But Zu’ar ended up fighting with one of the other gods. It got so bad that the trainer asked me to leave.”
“That bad?” Cory asked.
“You have no idea.” Jack remembered the woman’s shriek of horror as Zu’ar strangled her precious little love goddess with a leash. He remembered the awful looks he got as he carried Zu’ar out of the store.
“I don’t know,” he said finally. “Maybe I’m just not cut out to be a god owner.”
“Well, what about in-home training?”
Jack gave him a quizzical look. “I don’t know. Isn’t that expensive?”
Cory shrugged. “No more expensive than replacing all that stuff the little guy destroys on you.”
Jack thought about it. Maybe Cory was right. He popped another potato puffer into his mouth, and chased it with a sip of Diet Pepsi.
***
That night, he did an online search for in-home god training. There were several trainers in the area. He wrote down the number of the one that seemed the most promising, a woman calling herself "The God Whisperer." He’d call from work tomorrow.
***
“And how long have you had this god in your home?”
Doris the god trainer sat on Jack’s couch. She was a friendly, big boned woman, with dark hair that she wore teased up into a beehive. She had both the breath and the voice of a lifelong smoker.
She'd need to interview Jack first, she’d said. Get a feel for the Zu’ar’s living situation. Once she identified the problem areas with the god’s behavior, she’d be able to figure out what training steps were needed.
“Um, I adopted him about six months ago.”
She scribbled on her notepad. “Did his aggressive behavior start right away? Or did it develop over time?”
“No. He was always pretty aggressive.”
“Mmm-hmm. And I’m sorry, but I don’t have my notes from the phone call in front of me. Did you say he was a rescue?”
“That’s right. I got him at the humane society.”
She was in the middle of asking how much exercise Zu'ar normally got, when the tiny god stalked into the room.
“Who is this woman, Weakling? Why is she in my house?”
Doris wrinkled her nose. “Does he always bring that burning and decay scent with him?”
“Yes.”
“Answer me, Weakling. What does this woman want? Why does she ignore me when I speak into her mind?”
“That’s actually a very common sign of dominance with war gods,” Doris said. “They use it as a way to mark their territory. The scent is supposed to terrify more passive gods and mortals into submission. Have you ever tried to get him to stop?”
“No, I mostly just ignore it.”
Doris nodded. She scribbled a few more notes into her pad.
“I will see this woman’s bones bleach beneath the sun, Weakling. Tell her I will not be ignored. Tell her she will hear me, or she will suffer the consequences.”
Jack swallowed. “Um, he says…”
The trainer held up her hand. “No. Don’t pay any attention to him when he’s sending prophesies of doom into your mind. When you acknowledge that kind of behavior, it just encourages him to keep it up. You should only give him attention when he communicates in benevolent prophecies.”
“Okay.”
Doris closed her notepad. “Look, I’m going to be honest with you, Mr. Foster. War gods are some of the most difficult deities to care for. Their owners have to be assertive and in control at all times. They aren’t inherently ‘bad,’ but they only respect strength and ruthlessness. Their behavior can get out of control if you don’t prove to them that you’re the strongest member of the household. Do you think you’re ready to do that?”
Jack looked at Zu’ar. He remembered how small and defenseless he’d looked in the cage all those months ago. Zu’ar had been sitting by himself in his little corner, while all of the other gods played and performed miracles together.
He was alone. He had nobody. That was why Jack had taken him home. And now Jack couldn’t imagine putting him back in that situation. He loved the little guy.
“Yes,” he said. “I’m ready.”
“Do not make me laugh, Cowardly Weakling. You will never be stronger than me. My followers were feared all across the ancient world.”
Jack turned to say something. But he caught the trainer’s look out the corner of his eye.
“Do not ignore me, Weakling. You will come to regret it.”
Jack didn’t answer him. In a rage, Zu’ar kicked the wall. Then he stormed up the steps. A few seconds later, Jack heard him slam the bedroom door.
“Good,” Doris said. “Now I’d like to ask you about his eating habits.”
***
Jack came home from work to a pile of bloody pigeon feathers on the front walk.
“Oh, no.”
The training sessions had been going good. Zu’ar hadn’t slaughtered anything in weeks. He was even beginning to listen when Jack told him to do something. Things were actually getting peaceful around the house for a change.
Now this.
“Zu’ar? Zu’ar where are you?”
“I am here, Weakling.”
“I told you not to call me that,” Jack said.
Zu’ar looked at the ground and slumped his shoulders, adopting a submissive posture. “I am sorry. I meant no offense. That is how I have named you for so long, I merely forgot. Please, forgive me.”
Jack pointed at the pile of feathers. “What is this? I thought I told you, no more killing things in the front yard.”
“I know. I am sorry I broke your edict.”
“What are you holding behind your back? Give it. Give it here.”
Zu’ar held up a small necklace made of twine. Two fresh birds’ feet hung from the loop.
“The eagle’
s claw was a status symbol among my people, Mortal. I wanted to make you a similar gift.”
“That’s touching. Thank you.” It was also a little gross. Jack was very careful to hold the necklace by the loop.
Zu’ar peered up hopefully. “Is the Wise Woman coming to the house today, Mortal?”
That was his name for the god trainer. “She is,” Jack said. “She’ll be here in a few minutes, in fact. We should go inside.”
“The Wise Woman has much strength and authority. You should ask her to bear you some children. She would raise them into fine warriors.”
Jack shook his head. Gods. What could you do with them?
“I think she’d prefer a check,” he said.
END
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http://www.eff-words.com
Strange Attractors(Short story)
by S.B. Divya
originally published by Daily Science Fiction in June, 2014
The first time, we stayed together for fifty years. The divorce was my doing. I fell apart a few months after we received our permanent extensions, at a hotel on Nassau, the same one where we'd taken our honeymoon. We were sitting side by side on a balcony, basking in the sun and the moist, salt tinged air.
"We're truly forever now," I said, fixing my gaze on the hazy blue horizon and not his face. "What if this isn't right? What if there's another woman out there who'd make you happier?"
"Not this again," he groaned. "After all these years, how can you be so insecure?"
"Wrong answer," I said. "If you'd told me that I'm the only one you'd ever want, I would have believed you."
I walked out of that room and refused to see him again, not even to serve the documents.
***
We were apart for nearly a decade before we both decided that we were better with each other than anyone else.
"Should we, maybe, have kids?" he said tentatively as we laid in bed on our second honeymoon. His pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and his copper hair sparkled and curled around my dark fingers.
I looked up into his clear hazel eyes. "I think I'd like that. How about we start tomorrow?"