Aethereal Muses: “It paid for a new face. I weaves-s it nice one.”


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She pats its fuselage. “No fuel. He’s got solar panel wings powering a turboprop engine. More than efficiently though, there’s a magic balance of reliability, agility, and speed making him a dream to fly.” “What do you call it?” “He’s my Solar Punk.” “Why do you call her, Hecate?” Mary pointed to a mark on the T-Rex’s hip. “She’s got a tattoo of a triple-headed goddess. Hecate.” Hidden, Sara peered. “It must’ve covered her whole thigh when she was human.” “Must’ve been important to her. Now it’s her name.” The alien is beautiful: A bioluminescent, iridescent octopus perfectly adapted to microgravity. In the being’s aura of soft light, Beth held her breath within her EVA suit. Humanity’s first contact is made with a quivering hand offered in friendship. The dwarven engineer pats the triceratops with a metal hand. “We lost some bits, Bud.” He gets into the saddle behind the dinosaur’s new steel frill, and the paired machine guns that replace its horns. Reins and ax are lifted. “But now those orcs are gonna pay!” “Everyone okay? That was a wild time-jump!” “We’re all good except for Phil: His consciousness transmigrated into a Parasaurolophus.” “GUYS! IT’S NOT SO BAD!” “Phil?! You’re like a talking foghorn!” “SORRY! PARASAUROLOPHUSES ARE APPARENTLY ALWAYS MAX VOLUME!” The huge spider gathered up the cocoon. “It paid for a new face. I weaves-s it nice one. Young body, too!” “This isn’t—” Ronaldo shouts. “Now it goes-s! Or it gets-s eaten!” Ronaldo flees a flash of fangs, her man’s coat now oversized on her adolescent frame. “How do you keep a war between giant alien robots a secret on Earth?” “We transform into inconspicuous vehicles!” “What do you turn into? A bus?” “A space shuttle!” “Those were never inconspicuous. You have a third form?” “A 19th century locomotive!”

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