“That’s not all it is,” I told her. “I grabbed soundtracks from a few different science fiction movies—Star Wars, Alien, Star Trek, Iron Man—more than one from some series. Plus I downloaded TV show soundtracks too—Firefly is the obvious one, but a few other shows too. Plus, all my regular music.”
I felt like I could hear her eyebrow raise as she said, “So, SF movie soundtracks plus music that’s mostly appeared in Guitar Hero or Rockband, right?”
I thought about it and admitted, “That’s about right.” Continue reading Space: Part 3
Some of you probably read Drew Hayes’ serial “Superpowereds.” Well, Drew’s on vacation this week and asked people to fill in. As it happens, I’m one of the people.
I wrote a new Legion of Nothing story to entertain people while he was gone and thought I’d pass it on to all of you that it exists.
In it Nick and Haley attempt to go on a date, but actually encounter that classic superhero scenario–the bank robbery.
The Heroes’ League “Jet”
We were in space and flying toward Lagrange point four, specifically to the Xiniti space station that guards the jump gate.
I was flying the jet—which wasn’t really a jet, but was actually a spaceship that we referred to as a jet and mostly used as a jet.
Imagine a dashboard full of glowing readouts and a window above it that showed glowing pinpricks of light that were mostly stars except that I knew some of them were galaxies. Off the top of my head, I couldn’t say which was which, but the spaceship’s AI could if I wanted.
I didn’t at that moment. Continue reading Space: Part 2
When the dust settled, a flash of blue light brought me back to the Heroes’ League’s headquarters. I appeared on their starplate, a small version of the ones I’d destroyed. Control looked up from the controls to smile at me. “It’s over. All their gateways are gone.”
Then she stopped smiling. “Could you maybe step off the starplate? I’ve got to turn it off and I don’t want to accidentally send you somewhere, or worse, send part of you somewhere.”
“When you put it that way,” I told her, “I can’t say no.” Continue reading A Day in The Life: Part 22
The comm clicked and I heard C’s deep, bass voice. “Critical Mass. Please go to Gateway B. They’ll need your help.”
Taking a last look below, I let more power in. The sheath around me glowed with more energy and I flew upward, flying over the line of 19th century buildings with their carvings and decorations. Continue reading A Day in The Life: Part 19
Just as it had earlier, Blue’s yell caused chaos. The giant winged dinos dove to avoid her voice despite anything their riders did with their reins. As they dove, the League jet circled around from over Grand Lake to appear behind us even as we dove to follow.
“I’m thinking we should use Blue to herd them,” the Rocket said. “If they stay low, it shouldn’t be hard to hit them from the side.”
Blue’s voice came over the comm. “I’ll try, but you’re going to lose a lot of windows.” Continue reading A Day in The Life: Part 17
There’s only one thing I’m better for in a fight than being a distraction, and that’s a weapon of mass destruction, but this wasn’t the time for a WMD.
I roared toward the flying dino, light flashing on my front to keep me in the air and from the bottoms of my feet and hand to keep me moving forward. With each flash of light came an accompanying pop or explosive booming noise.
I sounded like the Fourth of July—the end of the fireworks display when they’re sending off everything they have left.
From video footage, I knew what I had to look like—a vaguely human shaped being of blinding light. When I fly toward you, you’ll see me even if you shut your eyes. Continue reading A Day in The Life: Part 16
Shadow and Voice led me over to the locker rooms to change. If you’re imagining a futuristic locker room, stop.
It looked like the locker room of every high school sports team in the United States—rows of toilet stalls with metal dividers for privacy. A roomful of metal lockers for each person on the team and wooden benches for people to sit. The far end of the room opened into a tiled room with showers.
I read the names on the lockers—Accelerando, Captain Commando, The Mystic, The Rocket, Storm King and the others—realizing, “There’s only one locker room?”
Voice, a thin, blonde woman, shucked her grey Stapledon uniform, laughed and grunted, “You got it.” Continue reading A Day in The Life: Part 13
“I hope my personnel files made entertaining reading,” I told him.
“Listening,” he said. “And I didn’t do it simply to invade your privacy. I needed to know how you’d handle it if the unexpected came up. It happens frequently around here. Now though, I need your answer. We’ll need more people in the next fight and I have an idea about how your specific power can help us.”
Ideally, a journalist reports the truth and nothing more. Everyone knows that perfect objectivity is impossible, but you try your best because the alternative is worse. I knew that, and I also knew that I could never be truly objective about people I’d fought beside.
These are people you have to trust with your life. Continue reading A Day in The Life: Part 12
C looked at me. “And you’re the reporter?”
I managed to get a few words out.“I’m Nadia Stone with ‘Superhumans Today’. I’m pleased to meet you, sir.”
C smiled. “I get a lot more sirs now that I’m old. Thank you for being here, Ms. Stone. I look forward to seeing your article. We never expected that you’d have such exciting material.”
“I can’t say I did either, but after a few years on this beat, I’ve learned to adapt.” Continue reading A Day in The Life: Part 9