Mark Stigers
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One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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To Claim One's Part of the Future
Casted said, “The Elves don’t produce mithril as a product. They use what they produce just to make items. Then those items are auctioned. They have no formal sales structure. Nothing is incorporated. We can make Mithril as a product, apply for a patent, and have exclusive rights for seven years.”
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
To Own a Thought
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley. It was the damn Dwarves. They started to dig. They found rare gems. The Dwarves worked the stones, so the light flashed from their very hearts. Their beauty was captivating, but that was just the start. They dug deeper.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
Hope's Hope
The car said, "Ma'am We are at Mega Mart. Your order is being brought out to you." "Thank you, Ms. Files." Hope glanced at the image on the back side of the mirrored lens of her Eye Shields. The augment reality was showing the site, The Village. Each member had the responsibility of using the cyber property well. This morning she was working on the high detail image of a cut crystal that hung in her clubhouse window.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
A Space Cowboy and his Horse
A Space Cowboy and his Horse The asteroid belt was nothing like I thought. I thought there would be asteroids to dodge. No, they are far apart. All the large asteroids belong to someone. Small rocks to the size of a building, you scanned each for valuables. When you found something, you kept it. Trigger could carry five tons. Then we had to unload at Glory. They paid you for what you had found. What you hoped to find were rare earths. What you came back with were metals. They usually paid just enough to do it again.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
Night of the Galline
I don’t want to destroy a human mind.” Steve said. “This prototype has never been used before on a human. It has caused permanent brain damage to most of our mammalian test subjects. He, like them, will probably never wake up after this session.”
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
