Greg Shap’s Journal entry#13

All those glinting implants tracing over the surface of her skin, all that tech and there wasn’t room for one stinking comm link on or in her? She said she could not risk an external distraction while linked in to a ship. “War ship?” I ventured a guess. She nicked me lightly with a claw. […]

Greg Shap’s Journal entry#12

No matter what you have heard, everyone breaks under torture. Some EA Special Forces have a chip in their head that can cut off the pain center of the brain if agony reaches a certain level. It can even kill them under certain circumstances to protect what’s inside their head. But not a low-level grunt […]

Greg Shap's Journal entry #11

Spacertown Every planet, station, platform, or flotsam island in EA space has a Spacertown. That’s all they’re ever called. The management wants to ensure that when we skinny, gravity-sensitive, hairless—from the depilatories we use to keep our hair from clogging our ship filters—Human misfits vent from our ships, we can find the place as quickly […]

Greg Shap's Journal entry #9

On Naming Worlds… Let’s face it, the settling of worlds is a serious business. Colonists have to be a sturdy, determined lot. There’s not a lot to laugh at when you’re meeting the unexpected and unpredictable. It could kill you. Oh sure, all the planets are checked out by the Colonization Bureau, but they can’t […]