Mars Stories

Ugly dust cursed planet! A patronizing Mona Lisa-like bland face obscured her bitter hatred of this place. Kressida glanced out of the tall oval shaped porthole, towards the ochre Mars horizon, with a feeling of complete control and dominance. She flicked her long jet black hair. Reflecting in the glass, it cascaded down sensually in the fractional Martian gravity. Her eyes blackened. The new Power Variance Converter woul...

“So, you’re a patron of Cyberwhore then, Kev?” asked Jeff with a sneer. Kevin nodded sheepishly. How had he let something like that slip out? “What’s wrong with the alternatives, Kev?” Jeff persisted, sipping from his beer glass in the window seat of the Red Encounter. “What about virtual sex? What’s wrong with penis pumps? And what about, heaven forbid, the real thing?” “Not much chance of that up here on Mars, Jeff,” Ke...