The busy street. The dazzling lights. The slumberless city with its contented populace. Where was he? In the mountains? On the street?

Obuya’s company was one of the latest targets of the Old Order, a crumbling web of dying tyrannies grasping for resuscitation...

The app was called UniLingo, a real-time universal translator that could replicate speech patterns down to the tiniest quirk...

We had all dreamed of the day the Motherland would rise, though few of us dared to dream we would actually live to see it...

Hey, Ebi... I miss you. I miss you every day. It’s been 3 weeks since we exited the Oort Cloud, 8 since I last saw your face...

I floated up to the tiny observatory, marveling at the crimson-kissed asteroid basking in the light of the red giant...

When we are young, we dream we can be anything...

When I first saw her, everything changed. She was my jewel, my beating heart...

When I was 16, I dreamed of watching a sunrise on a new planet...

When my eyes closed that night, to all those tearful faces, it was not fear that I felt...

“So this is really happening, isn’t it?” Her voice was a whisper in a wilderness, drowned by the gusts of my own little wonder...

Dear Bara, It is June 15, 2030 as I write this letter. If all has gone well, it is June 15, 2020 as you read it...