Feb, 2013


Old man like me wasn’t much use when the Buggers came. Me and the kids, we went hindin’. Their Ma’s and Pa’s gone fightin’.

When there weren’t no more soldiers, we went runnin’.

When most everyone died, we kept goin’. Across this broken country.

When the Buggers took Julie, then I went ahuntin’.

I busted me some Bugger face, smashed me some Bugger bones, killed me a Bugger Queen. Then I brought Julie home. There’s still some fight in these old bones.

We don’t hide no more. We don’t run no more. The kids are grown and they go Bugger hutin’.


On the edges of the solar system lies an ancient ship, buried deep in the icy embrace of Pluto. No one one knows how long it’s been there. No one knows where it came from.

We’ve clawed our way across the solar system. Three years, half the crew dead, and so much heartache. We’re nearly out of food and fuel, there won’t be a return home for us. We knew this from the beginning. We have no regrets.

We have seen such marvelous sights.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but the things it must have learned before it died.