Short Fiction
Beth Dawkins

Eilam Is Forever

He is at a console, his hands running over the keypad. His fingers are faster than anyone else’s. His mind cannot reach the capacity of my processing power, but the way he thinks, computing thoughtlessly, is akin to my own. The other reason he is my second choice is because he has a 57% chance of being murdered within his first year as captain, but I can work to make him safe.

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Short Fiction
Beth Dawkins

Small Hopes and Dreams

There are two kinds of people; those who go over the wall, and those who stay behind. No one who goes over the wall is heard from again.

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