tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44262363578570411662012-02-16T01:58:32.617-08:00Occasional output of a hobbyist science fiction writerDan Taflinhttps://profiles.google.com/117082436766345424240noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4426236357857041166.post-61709236264022025922011-09-17T20:02:00.000-07:002011-09-17T20:05:15.076-07:00

Perthtar NOTE: An old story of mine, written sometime in the 1990s. I still like it. - DCT Once upon a time, on a planet far, far away, barely visible in the most powerful of telescopes, orbiting around a huge red sun in its final, gasping stages of life, spinning so slowly that a day lasted three years, and a year was longer than a lifetime, there lived a king, with his beautiful daughter

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            The observatory, located at the hub of the ferris wheel-shaped ship, was one of Jase’s favorite places. The weightlessness was easy on his diseased bones and arthritic joints, and children were prohibited. Generation 1 members needed occasional sanctuary from the screaming antics of youth—after all, they had earned it.            But mostly he enjoyed the observatory because of the

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