The Age of Fusion

Flat Folding

Ralph stared her down from the other end of the bar, all three-hundred and fifty unblinking pounds of him as still as a boulder. Sweat beaded on his upper lip, brows trembled, but his hand was steady when downed his shot. He raised his chin with a gleam in his Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago
The Age of Fusion

City in the Sky

“Let there be Martians,” the television read. “Alex! Shit-paper!” dad called. The hardest part about watching the broadcast, apart from watching it on his deaf neighbor’s television through a stolen telescope and reading the closed captions, was contrasting it with everything else. Through the telescope: Six astronauts on Mars, Humankind Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago
The Age of Fusion

The Specter of the Wolf

“Why don’t you just call up a car from the Fleet, grandpa?” I’d Fleeted over earlier to “help” replace the battery pack in my grandpa’s car, which involved me handing him tools that were already within his reach. In the typical manner of precocious children, I had also taken to Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago