Short SciFi Stories on the go

Charles Zuth sat quietly inside the massive council chamber, his four main arms tapping nervously against the polished black surface of the table. His smaller set of limbs were folded neatly against his body, exactly as the rules of protocol demanded during these high-level meetings. Profit truth your concerns are noted, but remember, our main duty as a council is to guarantee the safety and prosperity of the confederation. Their strange obsession with reality and entertainment shows, their bizarre loyalty to furry nonsensitient pets, or maybe it's their endless arguments over every possible subject. Truth rose to his full height, his skin turning a deep shade of purple, a color that displayed his sense of conviction.

Charles Zuth sat quietly inside the massive council chamber, his four main arms tapping nervously against the polished black surface of the table. His smaller set of limbs were folded neatly against his body, exactly as the rules of protocol demanded during these high-level meetings. Profit truth your concerns are noted, but remember, our main duty as a council is to guarantee the safety and prosperity of the confederation. Their strange obsession with reality and entertainment shows, their bizarre loyalty to furry nonsensitient pets, or maybe it's their endless arguments over every possible subject. Truth rose to his full height, his skin turning a deep shade of purple, a color that displayed his sense of conviction.

His scaled hands were locked behind his back as he stared out into space, taking in the breathtaking sight before him. Their fastest ships need months to travel inside their own solar system. Their energy production comes from burning fossil fuels and splitting atoms compared to us their barely past the Stone Age. Admiral Hex's towering figure filled their screens his voice booming. I am Admiral Tor Hex of the Sorian Empire's Third Battle Fleet.

His scaled hands were locked behind his back as he stared out into space, taking in the breathtaking sight before him. Their fastest ships need months to travel inside their own solar system. Their energy production comes from burning fossil fuels and splitting atoms compared to us their barely past the Stone Age. Admiral Hex's towering figure filled their screens his voice booming. I am Admiral Tor Hex of the Sorian Empire's Third Battle Fleet.

To Harrison Wells, once a leading quantum navigation engineer and now a man hiding from his past at the bottom of a whiskey bottle, this station looked like a mirror of himself, ruined, forgotten, and falling apart. The K9 model was part of the inheritance left by his late father Admiral Tobias Wells, along with this broken station. Harrison stayed in his seat, staring at the twisted metal arms of the docking clamps. Harrison always wondered why his father had kept this model alive for so long when far better ones were, available. Harrison asked, then shook his head at himself for speaking that way to a robot.

To Harrison Wells, once a leading quantum navigation engineer and now a man hiding from his past at the bottom of a whiskey bottle, this station looked like a mirror of himself, ruined, forgotten, and falling apart. The K9 model was part of the inheritance left by his late father Admiral Tobias Wells, along with this broken station. Harrison stayed in his seat, staring at the twisted metal arms of the docking clamps. Harrison always wondered why his father had kept this model alive for so long when far better ones were, available. Harrison asked, then shook his head at himself for speaking that way to a robot.

The towering spires of Nexus Prime's financial district reached up toward the artificial sky, their glassy surfaces reflecting the vibrant holographic advertisements that filled the air. Barris pushed his cleaning cart along the polished marble hallway, his human overalls keeping him invisible to the alien executives. The sonic mop hummed softly as he worked, just another unnoticed part of their flawless corporate system, but his sensitive human ears picked up every word coming from the executive conference room nearby. Inside, Zythari the magnificent, a towering Vorak whose crystalline scales shifted through the color spectrum, leaned over a holographic contract display. Across from him, Sat Melissa Tran, the only human to ever reach an executive position in a major galactic corporation.

The towering spires of Nexus Prime's financial district reached up toward the artificial sky, their glassy surfaces reflecting the vibrant holographic advertisements that filled the air. Barris pushed his cleaning cart along the polished marble hallway, his human overalls keeping him invisible to the alien executives. The sonic mop hummed softly as he worked, just another unnoticed part of their flawless corporate system, but his sensitive human ears picked up every word coming from the executive conference room nearby. Inside, Zythari the magnificent, a towering Vorak whose crystalline scales shifted through the color spectrum, leaned over a holographic contract display. Across from him, Sat Melissa Tran, the only human to ever reach an executive position in a major galactic corporation.

It's three rows of sharp teeth flashed in the light, and the deep growl in its chest made the thick observation glass tremble. Instead, Maya knelt down just five feet away from the cub, wearing no armor at all. The instructors could see the cub's ribs showing through its skin. No matter the species, the cub rolled onto its side showing its belly, a gesture of complete trust among K-thar. Of course, Maya replied, grinning down at the cub now resting its massive head in her lap, making tiny chirping sounds of joy.

Professor Krilltech, known for his cruelly inventive tests, had designed it to push every species to the edge of their abilities. The simulated mortality rate, a staggering 93%, 20 students stepped into their examination pods, the best minds from across the galaxy, among them were the Zephron twins, both with flawless academic records, Commander Cadet Voss from the War Worlds, and Sam 9, an artificial intelligence that had never scored below perfection, and in pod 17 sat Hannah Foster from Earth, casually eating her sandwich. The pods came alive with a low hum as neural links connected each student to their simulated worlds. His planet's temperature had dropped by three degrees, a death sentence for his species, which could barely handle a one degree shift. Meanwhile, Hannah calmly examined her asteroid's data.