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New Fiction Display - February 2008

TEN
'Mortal Danger'
Tomas had no way of knowing that his dog was held captive in a mineshaft. Stunned by the laser blast, Bluey was rendered unconscious. Invisible matter-beams now held him upright in the air one metre above the shaft floor, just to the right of the Borgz habitat


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NINE
'Gone again'
The bus roared-off, belching a thick cloud of smelly diesel fumes. Tomas stood in his school uniform of maroon shirt and grey shorts laughing at Toby, who made faces at him from the back window of the bus. His friend had maths tutoring and got off further up the hill


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EIGHT
'Missing in action'
Borgz warrior Septo Zan was sprawled out on the suspensor-track inside his habitat when the Daxian agent and his human master passed overhead. The habitat's matter-beams concealing his alien signature from detection. No sooner had the two earthlings left the vicinity, than Septo Zan navigated the vent back to the surface and began scanning the area for a suitable female dog to assimilate


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SEVEN
'Let the games begin'

"Bluey, let's go!" Tomas stood outside his dog’s kennel rubbing his hands together for warmth. It was 6:05am, and the sun hid behind a ridge of cloud that hugged the horizon


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SIX
'Next time/All the King's men'
A Borgz needs very little in the way of comfort; in fact, they deem such things as weakness. A warrior carried only a small, multi-function generator the size of an Earth matchbox that could produce a habitat similar in dimensions to a large dome tent. Inside the shimmering, blue matter-beam walls of the habitat was a suspensor-track (bed), an ion-cleanser, and sustenance-replicator. The generator also functioned as a laser-beam for stunning or killing an adversary


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FIVE
'Troubles'
Thirty-eight light years away in a star system known as Callix, is the Daxian home planet of Dax. Almost twice the circumference of Earth, Dax has lush forests covering ninety percent of its surface area, which from space gave it the appearance of a huge revolving emerald. Its life-giver is the star Nexan, with another twenty-two inhabited planets in the System, however four of those required artificial support from Daxian environ-machines


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FOUR

'Terminate'
A race of aliens known as Borgz, ancient foe of the Daxian, had been watching their enemy's illegal intervention from an Elion-class star-cruiser in the 49th Quadrant. The star-cruiser sat cloaked and invisible except for the mercurial-like shimmer of defence-shields, visible from close range but by then too late to escape its deadly pulsar-cannon fire


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"What about those bald things behind his ear?" Tomas asked, pointing to where he last seen them. Only the fur had grown over, not entirely, but enough to cover any evidence. "There were bald patches there," Tomas said, raking through the fur on Bluey's neck.
"Like I said son, he's probably been in a fight, dogs get shaken-up after a bad one. Anyway, he looks OK now." John gave Bluey another pat on the head. "And I've got work to do."
"Thanks dad," Tomas said with a resigned sigh as his father walked off. He then turned to Bluey, and said: "What's going on then, mate?" Tomas ruffled the fur on his dog's head. He had the distinct feeling he'd just been conned


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A Sixteen-year old Doug Baker saw sparrows chirping in a deafening chorus, particles of dust floated surreal in a shaft of light lancing the side-window. He just sat there, mouth agape. He was adopted!
Before him, a picture of refinement in a silk kimono and matching slippers, stood his mother Ellen—the woman he thought was his only mother for the last sixteen years—telling him so. Doug’s pubescent mind went into overload: Who? Why? How? In the end, he burst into tears and run into his bedroom. The world as he knew it was over.
The initial shock of that revelation took about an hour to coalesce into two burning questions: “Why did they wait so long to tell me. Who then are my birth parents?” That’s when Doug left the suffocating space of his room to confront the people no longer/never were flesh and blood. He recalls standing before his adoptive parents with the strangest feeling inside, somehow a different person


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