Name: Kath Genre you like to write/would like to write: SF/F Link something original that you wrote (or add excerpt/short piece here), with a short description: This is the start of a story that's (hopefully) going to be podcasted some time in the next year - near future biotech SF.
“Chris! Is it safe to talk?”
Now why was Claire loitering outside the Mosquito Room, when she should have been monitoring our colleagues out on Damage Control Ops? It was bad enough that I'd been stuck with doing the work of four other people, and hearing everything third-hand if I was lucky – but today I had a bloody tour group traipsing around after me, too. “Don't worry, they're still in the auditorium. There's news?”
“Two reports since the morning briefing. How much do you already know?”
Less than I wanted to, for sure. “Someone's hacked Factory-9's fruiting knotweed. Water filtration's screwed, there's untreated effluent everywhere...oh, and the plants are oozing blood, apparently.”
Claire winced. “Fucking press. Someone's head will roll for letting that detail slip through the embargo.”
Anything else you'd like to tell us about your original writing: I JUST NEED TO SIT DOWN AND FINISH STORIES. Please hit me/bribe me until I do. The two big ones I'm working on are a post-fairy-apocalyse story and a very fun sentient spaceship story, which kind of blends FTL travel with the Age of Sail and Transdimensional horrors/shenanigans
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Genre you like to write/would like to write: SF/F
Link something original that you wrote (or add excerpt/short piece here), with a short description:
This is the start of a story that's (hopefully) going to be podcasted some time in the next year - near future biotech SF.
“Chris! Is it safe to talk?”
Now why was Claire loitering outside the Mosquito Room, when she should have been monitoring our colleagues out on Damage Control Ops? It was bad enough that I'd been stuck with doing the work of four other people, and hearing everything third-hand if I was lucky – but today I had a bloody tour group traipsing around after me, too. “Don't worry, they're still in the auditorium. There's news?”
“Two reports since the morning briefing. How much do you already know?”
Less than I wanted to, for sure. “Someone's hacked Factory-9's fruiting knotweed. Water filtration's screwed, there's untreated effluent everywhere...oh, and the plants are oozing blood, apparently.”
Claire winced. “Fucking press. Someone's head will roll for letting that detail slip through the embargo.”
Anything else you'd like to tell us about your original writing: I JUST NEED TO SIT DOWN AND FINISH STORIES. Please hit me/bribe me until I do. The two big ones I'm working on are a post-fairy-apocalyse story and a very fun sentient spaceship story, which kind of blends FTL travel with the Age of Sail and Transdimensional horrors/shenanigans