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    Ebook210 pages2 hoursVisions of the Future short fiction anthologies

    Ephemeris

    By Julian M. Miles

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    Bringing you stories of intrigue, action, love, and adventure from near and far.

    In an increasingly uncertain world, the possibilities for the future range from apocalyptic, thru dystopian, to hopeful. The further they go from today, the stranger they could be.
    We cannot predict them all, but, we can imagine. From that simple inspiration, Julian M. Miles has spent the last year creating dozens of vistas of what could be, and in this anthology, he shares them with you.
    From alternate history, through dystopian tomorrows, to the furthest reaches of mankind’s colonisation of space, he uses the flash fiction format, interspersed with short fiction pieces, to provide many tales to enchant and entertain.

    This is a companion volume to Gammafall, Six Degrees of Sky, Never a Sky We Know, A Night Full of Stars, and Decade, along with the omnibus collections Face Down in Wonderland, Long Way Home and Lifescapes.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJulian M. Miles
    Release dateDec 22, 2021
    ISBN9781005310417
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    Julian M. Miles

    Julian’s first loves were science fantasy and magic; the blending of ancient and futuristic. This led him to a love of speculative fiction, initially as a reader, then as a reader and writer.He started writing at school, extended into writing role-playing game scenarios, and thence into bardic storytelling. In 2011 he published his first books, in 2012 he released more (along with the smallest complete role-playing system in the world).With over 30 books published in digital and physical formats, he has no intention of stopping this writing lark anytime soon, and he'd be delighted if you'd care to join him for a book or two.

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      Ephemeris - Julian M. Miles

      Ephemeris

      Visions of the Future, Volume 11

      A science fantasy anthology by Julian M. Miles

      Copyright 2021 Julian M. Miles

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      Contents

      Enthusiasts

      Chains

      Epic Humanity Failure

      Salvage

      Eternal Fire

      Proximity Causes

      Scores

      Warnings

      Sad Songs

      Red Boat, Blue Boat

      Via Tenebrae

      New Friends

      Romeo and Julius

      Witch Hunts

      Wolf Now

      The Specimen

      Mischief

      I Give the Guns

      On a Sunny Afternoon in Kentucky

      Clearance

      Monsters of All Sizes

      Revelation

      Harrowed

      Girls’ Night Out

      Broken Wings

      Vindictive

      Finding the Truth

      Requiescat

      Observers

      Dirty Badge

      Why Did You Run?

      The Peace of Fireflies

      It is a Land of Poverty…

      Ghostsong

      Page 314

      New Record

      Mind Your Step

      VacSinHate

      Go, Now

      Patient Y

      Bite Back

      Run Where, Do What?

      Fort Anger

      Proof Positive

      Stare Down

      The Eternity Suit

      Time Scars

      Mystery Man

      War More

      VaccinState

      Pellucid

      Home Again

      Lochstein’s Gambit

      How Many Times?

      Take a Breath

      Forge

      My Family Tree

      The Men in the Moon

      Letting Go

      I Am Leg End

      Circuits in the Sky

      My Name is Drastic

      The Forest Ring

      About the Author

      Connect with Julian Miles

      Other Books by Julian Miles

      Credits

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      Enthusiasts

      Two guns: one an Earther automatic, the other a Lenkormian beamer.

      Holy Marduk, that’s a Grifone!

      And we have an enthusiast. I grin at the young trooper.

      Only by looks. It’s a custom Perez .557 automatic. I spent some time at his compound when I was stationed in Lima.

      He points to the white-steel death on my other hip.

      Lenk or Kor?

      I do like a being who knows their xenohistory.

      Lenk body, Kor chassis. Genuine Lenkormian cell.

      He goes whiter than the weapon we’re discussing.

      A Forever Gun?

      I nod. Any second now…

      He starts to bring his rifle up. The Forever Gun flits from its holster to be in my hand by the time I need to think ‘fire’. The beam goes through his right eye and exits through the left parietal.

      There’s a shout from behind: Stand down! Your fancy beamers won’t cut cerasteel.

      I turn to face the armoured warrior with lieutenant’s stripes on the left chest. A man with that many service bars should be better than enthusiasts like the one I just killed. I level the Perez at him and put an armour-piercing round containing depleted uranium pellets floating in liquid Teflon through his stripes. Either load would be sufficient, but the excessive blend seems to really upset the people we need to annoy.

      He hits the floor, blood already seeping around the torso plates. I hope they open him in a container. It’ll take ages to clean the smaller bits off a floor.

      I recognise that cannon blast. Have you started, Red?

      My overwatch. As the cliché goes: if you think I’m nasty, just hope I don’t need her to intervene.

      Ran into a gun collector at the gate. He recognised the combo.

      Didn’t the cannonball go straight through?

      That was mincing his Lieutenant.

      Didn’t think you’d waste a shot. Okay: target is in the central compound.

      That’s three gates and a couple of towers away?

      Yes. While I would never doubt your abilities, it might be an idea to flush game.

      I’m dangerous, but without my war machine about me, the second fire tower will turn me into prime cuts and carbon. Jogging towards the next gate, I use the Forever Gun’s ridiculous range to drop all three troopers before I get there. Sadly, I have to shoot their Lieutenant in the back as he’s too busy running. Never put a soft officer on critical duty.

      General Ranno! Remember the Twenty-First Keshichan Lancers? I’m Khevtuul Chloe Bastia, and I’m here to end your days!

      Four years ago he led us into an ambush. He used that betrayal to get himself a promotion into the enemy ranks, going from Cherbi to General at the cost of the people who trusted him.

      Nicely over-the-top, Red. He’s moving.

      Away from me?

      You need confirmation?

      As a Khevtuul, I reported directly to him. If he’s not running, that’s a body double. Politics and cowardice were his only competencies.

      He’s exited the central compound, heading away, but slowly.

      Do I need to crack another gate?

      Use something splashy.

      I point the Perez at the distant gatehouse and thumb the integral laser designator. In the car park across the road, an assault drone ruins its camper van disguise by sending something fast with a thermobaric warhead to do my destroying.

      As flaming bits of gate and soldiers rain down, I hear a chuckle.

      "Konnichi wa, General-kun."

      The sky lights up as Saeko-chan fires the anti-ship beamer she affectionately calls ‘Torchy’.

      He’s done. Spread like smoking geography. Let’s go home.

      Thanks.

      Anytime. I love killing things with you.

      That’s my girl.

      ***

      Chains

      The viewing room is hushed as we approach the co-ordinates. Every being not on duty has gathered. For some, it’s a rite of passage. For others, a renewal of faith.

      Exiting shiftspace in three, two, one.

      Conventional space and time welcome us back with their usual indifference. As the spinning greyness streams away like impossible mist, distant stars catch our eyes. Then it becomes clear, and everything else is irrelevant.

      You’ve seen the descriptions of Artaxerxes. Might even have seen a blurry image or two. If you’re lucky, you’ve seen one of the captures from the first mission. No matter how you came to be aware of it, nothing can prepare you.

      At some point before life appeared on Earth, it had been a habitable planet. Now, it’s a wandering mystery.

      We’ve mapped this battered sphere, can show you depictions of what it used to be like, with deep oceans and continents much like Earth was during the first millennium of man’s dominance.

      Except for the chains.

      Those impossible artefacts, anchored deep within opposite sides of the planet by means we’re still trying to grasp, trail back for nearly twice the planet’s diameter. One side has four links, the other five. The broken links of either side have been lost somewhere on the journey. They certainly aren’t anywhere nearby, so their loss must have happened long ago.

      Not as long ago as the event that launched this world upon its lonely travels. Something so vast we struggle to imagine. What was this planet chained to? There are many theories. My favourite is that there were many worlds arranged to form a necklace around a star for reasons we’ll never work out. The one that still makes me laugh is where some gargantuan spaceship carries planets as weapons.

      Our finds under the surface of Artaxerxes have only increased the mystery, resulting in the entire project placed under a veil of secrecy.

      The inhabitants of this place looked like humans! The murals we’ve found hint at a society much like nineteenth century Europe, except for a pervasive religion that more closely resembled that of Ancient Egypt. No writings have survived, bar the minimal notations etched into rocks in caves far below the surface.

      Artaxerxes was cast adrift so long ago that organic traces are gone. Judging by the condition of the surface, it has endured incredible heat at times along its journey. We’re sure that some survived the initial cataclysm. Most of us agree that the etchings in the rock of the deep caves were made by the last of them. Sadly, we’ve found no equivalent of the Rosetta Stone from which to make a translation.

      Backtracking the course of this planet indicates an origin further towards the expanding edge of our universe. Some are convinced it’s not of this universe. I’m not one of them. Yet. We simply don’t know. That’s why I’ve lived here for decades, only returning to the worlds of the Accord when I have to. Somewhere in this hurtling mystery is the clue we need. One of them must have predicted this would happen: that some other race would find the remains of their home.

      Welcome back, Professor Tessen.

      I nod to the security guard. This year’s intake of students and recruits follow me into the converted battleship that keeps pace with Artaxerxes to serve as our base.

      Maybe this is the year we’ll find that clue. I don’t care if it’s not me. I just want someone here to earn their place in history, whilst giving me a lead at last.

      ***

      Epic Humanity Failure

      Looks like it used to be a nice destination.

      It was. Had forests in more shades of green than you’d believe possible.

      The usual problems?

      Yes and no.

      Do tell. We’re here until we finish checking the place. Got to make sure there’s nothing that’ll hinder its regeneration or anything that could affect the next indigenes. Once that’s done, it should make a decent colony world - after another couple of hundred revolutions round the star.

      If it comes back like it was, I’ll petition to be allowed a home here.

      Tell me about them.

      They called themselves humans. Primate origin from saurian splice.

      Another experimental world?

      That’s why I first came here. Got assigned to investigate. Turns out this was a world jumped forward by renegades. No purpose but to give the locals a head start.

      Unusual. So, they got kicked into sentience early. How did that work out?

      About as well as you’d expect, but with some notable exceptions. Getting intelligence before they worked through their tribal urges gave them some unique advantages, along with the usual problems.

      Hierarchal societies, either declared or concealed. Constant warfare underpinned by varying forms of fanaticism and greed. Stagnation of societies between changes forced by non-combatant adaptations to conflict. Further friction caused by attempts to return to pre-war societal structures after each of the bigger conflicts. I presume they added rampant technology to the mix?

      They did. Quite stunningly, I have to add. Went from grounders to spacers very quickly.

      I’m guessing their societies didn’t evenly reflect those advances?

      Correct. Poverty and treadmill lower tiers overseen by a minority that eventually held wealth beyond imagining.

      I can see where this is headed. Exploitation, pollution, and planetary exhaustion. But why did they not head to the stars? You said they rapidly developed space flight.

      My investigations indicate some repressive factions amongst those with wealth determined that the cost/benefit ratio could erode the accrual rates of their wealth. So they stifled it using political manipulation.

      What we’re finding below doesn’t show a slow decline.

      Something changed. For all that they still carried the detracting factors of their forced evolution, they had moments of selfless glory and vision. Towards the end of their time, a great war occurred. It ruined whole sections of the planet and left the survivors facing starvation. One of those glorious moments happened. Surviving nations forgot their squabbles and started to collectively build giant spaceships. The ships were intended to take as many humans as possible out into the universe. Initially to the next furthest planet from the star, then onwards if necessary.

      Workable. We’ve seen it done before.

      The colony ships were marvels of ingenuity. Everything they had came together to create fully landscaped environments within five great spaceships.

      What went wrong?

      Some of the wealthy recruited armies of the fanatical to protect the havens they’d already built on the next planet out.

      Those tiny ruins on that red planet back there?

      The very same.

      They didn’t look self-sufficient. Were they?

      Only in their deluded belief. Similarly, for gene pool size and continued existence, they had specialists claiming that cloning and genetic manipulation would save them all.

      The colony ships, built to save the race, were sabotaged by servants of those who only wanted to save parts of the race? So, as the ships failed, unconstrained war broke out over access to the surviving ships?

      Yes and yes.

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