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Tumbling Dominoes by Mike Hoste

 

 

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SIERRA! SIERRA! ZULU! ONE!

 

At a certain hour and minute, 95% of the meandering light-blue Arctic–North Atlantic strategic estate will fall under the effective jurisdictional wing of a Save.Zone.One security protection order for world culture.

Under these directives, ‘world culture’ enjoys a curtailed definition, confined to fifteen blocks mid-town east and up of Macys and Broadway, in New York N.Y.

Note: The support documentation includes a site map, and appended statistics. eg. Broadway shows in debut (40).

(3) copies only: do not perforate or use metal fasteners

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Isolated groups of high-altitude fighter squadron streak the sky – classic, silver tear-wing, bubble-cockpits and American star decals – blue, mythic angels, the formations angled stylishly in the time-honoured traditions of the corporate logo.

Their pilots, motionless behind sombre black masks, and dangling elephantine trunks of corrugated rubber, resemble dark, expressionless Hindu deities.

The radio aether is briefly jammed with the scream of static, and a cross talk of call signs:

"...Sierra!! …Sierra!! …Zulu!! …One!!!…"

 

A seismic convection propagates gelatinously through the planetary mono-plastic interiors, meeting up fatalistically with copies of itself, as the inner crust pops, like a broken diamond, to a cobweb of tiny cilia fractures.

A filament of arterial red blooms across the network – why should the earth’s inner fluids be red? – reflected kilometres above in the contoured trim of fuselage, or eclipsed by a matte expanse of alphanumeric identities, and the cryptic understatements of ground-crew safety tags…

Caution: High-Temperature Gas Intake

Caution: No Hand-Hold Above

Caution: Guidance Enable Latch Panel "L".

 

The black (mercilessly black) Plexi-visors inside, now a streaming panorama of strato-nimbus and blinding starbursts, juddering unevenly in a banging whitewater of high-velocity air.

Below, a listless tide of mantle crumbles along the expanding tectonics of a gently detaching Indo-Mongolian sub-continent.

Airborne insurgents on scramble alert, gather in the checklists of civilization; a heads-up telemetry of air-space to green-point intrusions, and strike ordinance expiry restrictions …finally untracing the microcosms of a domino-yield surgical flash assault, tracking along widening patterns of endlessly yielding contravenes.

Blue sky crystallizes overhead in a faint vitreous fringe of scattering UVB and freezing molecules.

 

The fighters, with a distant rolling of thunder, and flashing a sudden lethal glint of sunlight, turn as drone wasps, their trajectories folding into Möebius strips …and break formation for their pre-appointed destinations…

 

 

 

 

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The Sentient Migration

The Barrios of Santa Rosa

The Annals of Wandolin

Burn

Keep Behind Glass

Life in the Circling Tide

Wrong Meridian

The Forsaken

Sierra Zulu One

CyberCab

'Little Missy' Sponge Cake

Down in the Suburbs

Li'l Pig with Wings

The Siblings

Maryland!

Andreas Saint Masculinity

Notes from the Ganymede Nebula

The Faerist Solutions

 

  

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