Posthuman Parables http://www.posthumanparables.com Free Science Fiction [The writings of Andre Infante]. en-us Poetry http://www.posthumanparables.com/poetry Just some poetry. Not really SF, but you might give it a shot. Short Fiction http://www.posthumanparables.com/shortfiction My bread and butter. Flash fiction for the most part. Read them, or I swear I'll hunt you down and beat you with a lobster. Through Rose Colored Glasses http://www.posthumanparables.com/throughrosecoloredglasses Damien is a witch-hunter. He hunts rogue AIs. The last time one went bad, the failsafe destroyed everything that mattered to him. This time, with the future of everything at stake, he can't afford to let it happen again. Toy Chest http://www.posthumanparables.com/shortfiction On a quiet august day not to far in the past, a small town not far from here got everything it ever wanted; grass will probably never grow there again. TRCG Chapter Five http://www.posthumanparables.com/chapterfive He awoke in the early hours of the morning to the sound of birds chirping outdoors. The small window showed the still-dark sky, tending to grey around the edges... TRCG Chapter Six http://www.posthumanparables.com/chaptersix Two or three hours later Damien sat in a comfortable chair and stared disbelievingly at the serious man in front of him... TRCG Chapter Seven http://www.posthumanparables.com/chapterseven Click-thunk. It was nearly a week later that the pawn stuck his queen off the board... TRCG Chapter Eight http://www.posthumanparables.com/chaptereight The next day, winter came. Damien, limping downtown, walking toward the tram station, found himself wishing that he had taken his heavy coat. A few hesitant snowflakes fell on dry concrete, dissolving gently to run as water between the cracks. TRCG Chapter Nine http://www.posthumanparables.com/chapternine The theater was packed. Mary has sprung this on Damien as a surprise after he’d gotten home from work the last day, and he’d done his best to be excited... TRCG Chapter Ten http://www.posthumanparables.com/chapterten Damien stared red-eyed at the terminal window floating in front of him. He could not make the new Turing test interface compile, even after downing two brain boosters. The massive doses of caffeine and nootropics left little white pinwheels going off at the edge of his vision, but he still couldn’t seem to find the bug...