The Last Three 'Things I Could Get Out of My Mind'
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A collection of 20 short, speculative fictions by William Mangieri:
Finding Sanctuary
The colonists of The Promise think they've finally found a home. But will this seemingly perfect world be their Sanctuary? (A bit of sci-fi, a pinch of fantasy, a slice of horror; a good mix of what makes up speculative fiction. Add in alien spiders - how can you go wrong?)
#InWhoseReality?
The all-conquering Veratis arrive on Earth, where they meet some unreal resistance. As in all wars, choosing the field of battle can determine the victor, and on this one appearances may be everything.
Truth in Advertising
A paranoid marketer finds himself down a dark alley, just as he expected. But is it always a bad thing when they're after you?
Behind the 8-Ball
Humanity struggles to find a new home; they've opened a gate into the unknown, but need evidence that their new world is on the other side before they go through. Moses can provide that proof, but how could anyone besides his wife believe him?
Gladius
Gladius has served his Betelgeusean owners faithfully since he was first abducted from Taurus, but he's about to find out that loyalty isn't always a two-way street, and not all slaves are willing to settle for their lot. Maybe he’s not as bull-headed as he appears.
Saturday He Fed the Cat
What can a 9-pound westie do when faced with the injustices of a newly colonized world? Katy tries her darnedest, but learns that sometimes a dog’s life just isn't fair, no matter what planet you're on.
The Pipes
An unexpected extraterrestrial visitation has an adverse effect on a Texas farmer's well. Think twice before you drink the water – there’s something in the pipes.
Good Luck!
Sometimes the best laid plans don't quite work out. With the Zavian Empire bearing down on Earth, The Chairman gives a final speech on the value of having a Plan B.
Ultimate Awareness
Omnius has relied on his Ultimate Awareness to dominate the city as well as any supervillain could, but a prospective sidekick casts doubt on both his own limits and his career path. How much does he really know?
Mating Rituals
Manti has only one night left on Cuniculus - why not spice up a paid hit with a little romance? It’s been so long...
Obsolete
Mr. Omega, the last unmodified "man", stands trial for unthinkingly preserving his own life over that of a superior being.
Endangered
Aliens create Hell on Earth and plan to put Humanity on the endangered list. Sending the park rangers to stop them may not be the best option - unless it's the only one. The best laid plans can be derailed by the smallest of things.
The Collective is All
The Collective is ALL! At least that's what Abbe's been told, but events lead him to wonder if there might just be some intelligent life "out there."
Reflections
What are we, really - the sum of our parts? What if those parts are at odds with each other? How much control do we have over what we turn into?
Some Kind of Luck
Henry Jacob Dawes is a cab driver with an ear that keeps him out of trouble -- until he has a run-in with someone who has a different kind of luck.
L-O-V-E Among the Stars
A space traveler wakes too soon and must leave the woman of his dreams to the ministrations of another, less-human caretaker.
Burial Details
An old farmer scraping by after the Sahrian invasion buries his most precious treasures to hide them from the aliens' "salvation".
Immortal
Riddled with a more than terminal disease, Commander Solitaire considers an extreme way to protect the Earth.
Solid People
A run-in with Mr. Topp’s flatbed strands Sarah and her mother in Newbury. Despite her mother’s warnings about becoming attached to things, Sarah spends her time with some Solid People (a mild, slightly romantic ghost story.)
You Can't Question the Dead
A father gives some timely advice as he hopes to apprentice his son in the famil
William Mangieri
William Mangieri is a karaoke junkie, former theater student, and recovered wargamer who spends as much time wondering "what if?" as "why not?". He writes from Texas, where he and his family live at the mercy of the ghost of a nine-pound westie.William writes mostly speculative fiction (that’s science fiction, fantasy and horror), although he also has a detective series with a soft sci-fi element (Detective Jimmy Delaney.) He completed writing his first novel (Swordsmaster) in 2019; prior to this, he has honed his skills on short fiction. He has been published in Daily Science Fiction and The Anarchist, and six of his stories have earned Honorable Mentions in the Writers of the Future contest.
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The Last Three 'Things I Could Get Out of My Mind' - William Mangieri
The Last Three
‘Things I Could Get
Out of My Mind’
A collection of twenty short speculative fictions
by William Mangieri
Copyright 2018 by William Mangieri
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Stories contained in this collection are copyrighted by the author:
#InWhoseReality?, Endangered, Finding Sanctuary, Gladius, Good Luck, Saturday He Fed the Cat: Copyright 2014
Behind the 8-Ball, Burial Details, Mating Rituals, Obsolete, Reflections, Solid People, The Pipes, Ultimate Awareness, You Can’t Question the Dead: Copyright 2015
Immortal, L-O-V-E Among the Stars, Some Kind of Luck, The Collective is All: Copyright 2016
Truth in Advertising: Copyright 2017
Table of Contents
Finding Sanctuary
#InWhoseReality?
Truth in Advertising
Behind the 8-Ball
Gladius
Saturday He Fed the Cat
The Pipes
Good Luck
Ultimate Awareness
Mating Rituals
Obsolete
Endangered
The Collective is All
Reflections
Some Kind of Luck
L-O-V-E Among the Stars
Burial Details
Immortal
Solid People
You Can't Question the Dead
Origins
About the Author
Finding Sanctuary
... breaking, … Lieutenant, ... repeat,
Captain Lawrence's voice crackled through the radio.
Sorry, Captain, there's a significant amount of interference in the system,
Jim said as he altered his position for a cleaner signal. I had to return to the edge of the nebula to be able to report in.
That’s better – continue your report.
I’m naming the third planet Sanctuary. The readings I'm getting are in the range we've been looking for, a near ideal mix of Nitrogen, Oxygen, and Carbon, but the atmosphere is too dense with water vapor to see anything from orbit (as though massive amounts of H2O would be a problem.) Streaming you what I have so far.
Eighty-seven years of searching - all his lifetime and then some - finally over. Lieutenant Jim Masterson visualized the blue and white world he’d found as he thought-linked his scout’s flight plan and waited for a response.
This data is impressive,
Captain Lawrence said. We will change course. Estimate arrival your position in twelve days.
Sanctuary is three days into the nebula. I’m going in to go for a closer look. I won't be able to send you another report until I've come back out.
Jim turned the scout back toward Sanctuary.
Make sure you come back, Lieutenant,
a familiar female voice said before the static resumed, with something…
Jim's heart skipped a beat; that last had been from Susan, their lead xenobiologist. Susan, who he'd grown up with on The Promise, the colony ship that had birthed them both. Susan, who had been his tether to the colony these seven years that he'd been flying patrol. Susan, who would be by his side as they settled their new world.
For you, always,
Jim said. She knew, even if she didn't hear him.
Jim deposited backtrack markers along his path during the three-day trip back. Once he had penetrated Sanctuary’s cloud cover, he was pleased with how much the planet resembled the Earth he had only seen in his school lessons. A serpentine branching of mountain ranges formed a half-dozen discernible land masses, surrounded and separated by one huge, planet-wide ocean of water. Plant-life was abundant - he'd seen pictures of rain forests, but those had never given him the impression of scale and density that the real thing conveyed.
Jim couldn't truly explore from the air; the Sanctuary called out to him, and he wanted to experience it. He directed his scout to land on the jungle-side edge of a plateau at the foot of a mountain.
He stepped out onto grass - actual grass - that became taller as he walked away from the jungle. The ground felt springy under his boots, almost like the workout mats they used on The Promise’s training deck. He looked up at the trees on the edge of the plateau - sixty or so feet at the edge of the plateau, climbing to close to two-hundred feet further in. Their broad bases were more rapidly tapered than Earth trees. No sample would do them justice, but Susan would see these for herself soon enough.
There wasn't just plant life. Jim took a couple of steps back when a blue, multi-legged, armor-plated creature as long as his arm startled him as it wove its way around the tufts of grass. Alien life. Jim tried to reach its mind through his implant, but there was only low-level animal intelligence - nothing the experimental translator Susan had built was able to communicate with.
Still, there might be sentient life here. He looked back at his scout ship - its sleek white metal so obviously alien against the jungle backdrop. He had gone beyond his transmitter's range, so he walked back toward the scout until he was only thirty feet away and LINK ESTABLISHED floated into his vison.
The canopy closed none too soon, as three furry, ten-legged shapes the separated from the shadows of the trees. Their bodies were slightly larger than Jim, but the legs made them seem three times his size.
Why did they have to look like spiders? Jim thought, as he reflexively drew his phaser and backed away.
There were no spiders on the ship, but Jim had seen videos of them in Life Sciences as a young boy. The disturbing images of their hunting and eating habits had haunted him at night, translated his snug bed covers into a tightly woven web, and created a nightmarish fantasy of being snagged and devoured alive that still gave him the creeps. Through this he had managed to adopt a very human disgust with what they represented.
But this isn’t Earth,
Susan would have told him. They might be intelligent.
He lowered his weapon and watched. A striped one skittered over the shell of his scout on its six rear legs, trying without success to pry open the canopy with the pincers at the terminus of its four front limbs. The other two creatures advanced cautiously on Jim. He tried to connect with them using his implant, but it was not necessary, as the two began talking in a clattering hiss.
What is it, Erklidt?
the red one asked. Prey or predator?
Jim heard this translated quite clearly over the gurgling clatter of their native speech; Susan’s translator was a success! Of course, their mandibles moved badly out of synch with the words, like one of those dubbed martial arts movies in the ship’s library. It would have been comical, if they hadn't been so obviously preparing to attack.
It looks soft and weak,
Erklidt said. Prey.
There hadn't been an opportunity to test out the translation algorithms on real alien life forms - he would have to assume it was accurate.
I am neither one,
Jim said, backing away to keep them from flanking him. I am from the people of earth.
Peephole?
Red asked.
So, they could hear him, but they didn't seem to understand what he was saying. He tried reaching their consciousness again.
Something is happening to me,
Red said. It’s attacking my mind!
Nonsense – see how it backs away in fear? It doesn’t attack us,
Erklidt said. It is prey!
Erklidt leapt at Jim, but he was able to fire off a searing blast into its compound eyes that blew out the back of its head, and it fell in a twitching jumble of hairy limbs. Red seemed frozen in time at first, but then leapt directly over and behind Jim. He turned around and fired, but missed; the spider was skittering left and right, hopping and tumbling. Jim held his weapon steady, watching Red’s evasion technique - up, left, roll, up, right - but as he caught on to the pattern, a great weight hit him from behind and knocked him to the ground.
He'd forgotten the striped spider that had been prodding at his scout.
He tried to roll over and fire, but the striped one had him pinned to the ground, and one of its pincers was clamped on his wrist, slicing into it. Then Red was on him, and the two gripped Jim’s limbs and pulled him off the ground, holding him taut as though they intended to tear him in half, and while Jim screamed in agony, Red slashed a claw across Jim’s belly and gutted him. He felt the burn and the moist weight of his insides dropping out, and then something sharp and heavy pierced his back, and everything went black.
What can be done with it, Brigtz?
Dr. Brigtz.
Don’t put on airs with me.
Jim tried to open his eyes, but only the left one responded. He seemed to be in a sort of gauzy hammock facing a cave ceiling, crisscrossed with web-ropes. He studied the two new arachnids as they clambered around him.
Its injuries are quite extensive, Captain Zerhgt,
Dr. Brigtz said as he raised Jim's nearly dismembered arm by the wrist. Your hunters were quite efficient in dispatching it.
That’s going to hurt later, Jim thought. He tried to focus through the haze of whatever sedative they had thankfully pumped into him.
What were they supposed to do? It killed Erklidt with a bolt of light from this, dammit!
Captain Zerhgt sputtered. He was the larger of the two, and held Jim's phaser gingerly in one claw. How is that possible?
It would not be unheard of,
said Brigtz. Perhaps it is some sort of magnifier?
It spoke it is 'peephole.' Surely you have dealt with these creatures before.
The torso is unrecoverable, as well as the lower limbs. It will be interesting to see what we can do with the rest,
Dr. Brigtz clattered on. However, it is proper to inform you, Captain, that I have never dealt with such a creature before. I have no peephole skills.
That didn't come as a surprise; Jim had to be the first human being the arachnids had encountered - possibly the first alien to come to their world.
Perhaps if you bring me more of these peepholes to study, we might learn more.
Just fix the thing so we can interrogate it,
Zerhgt said, and clambered out of Jim's sight.
Jim had left a trail for the colony, and they had no idea what they were heading toward - he needed to get back to The Promise and warn them.
Two of Brigtz's claws came into view, brandishing one of the blue armored creatures Jim had encountered earlier; Jim's eye bulged as he saw its six-inch stinger. He tried to talk, but all that came out was a high, wheezing gurgle.
Do not worry yourself about the armadeliud. I will not inject you with too much of its venom,
Dr. Brigtz said, but Jim couldn't tell if he was sneering, or just had a terrible bedside manner. That would be deadly.
Brigtz lowered the bug from Jim's view and he felt a sharp jab in his neck. His whole body spasmed, his head throbbed white hot as though it would explode, and then he felt no more.
Jim woke. His body was numb, but his brain itched. He tried to scratch his head, but nothing happened.
Ah! You are conscious, yes?
Dr. Brigtz climbed into view, his multifaceted eyes inches from Jim's eye.
I have done the best I could with what was left of you. We will learn better techniques when your colony arrives.
How do you know about the ship? Jim thought, and was surprised to hear his thoughts echo back through the translator chip.
How do you know about the ship?
The armadeliud venom is very helpful - we had quite a conversation once you had relaxed. Zerhgt was quite pleased when he left, but I did not of course tell him what else I planned for you,
Dr. Brigtz said. I wish to un-sedate your body now. May I?
The arachnid raised a pincer; Jim saw that this time it was grasping a round, purple pod with three-inch spines protruding on all sides. It was lowered from his sight, and he felt a tingling, bristling sensation spread throughout his body as Brigtz prattled on.
Once I had opened your brain case, it took me a mere six days to connect your primitive ganglia to our more advanced structures. I have not deciphered how your vision functions, so I have left that alone. Communication is even simpler now than it was when Zerhgt was here, but he would not approve of what I have done; science is all about curiosity, and he is only curious about killing. Now, elevate your arm.
Jim tried to raise his hand, but instead two claws came into view that were the match of any of Dr. Brigtz's.
What have you done to me?
Jim asked.
Again, he heard his question twice - once inside his mind, and then echoed by his translator. This time he was aware of a collection of rasping, gurgling and clattering as well. He had thought this might be from other arachnids in the background, but there were no others around, and Jim realized that he was the one making those alien sounds. He reflexively tried to put his head in his hands and was further startled as four claws slid into his vision; he froze, and so did the claws.
Your neural pathways are adapting; it was clever of me to place you inside Erklidt. Given more time, you might have been able to make full use of his carcass,
Brigtz rubbed his fore-legs together excitedly. This is a remarkable development - there must be some regenerative substance in your brain. Who knows how we might take advantage of this - perhaps slow our own degeneration? I must ask Zerhgt to preserve more of you peepholes away from the larder for experimentation.
Brigtz skittered up some webbing to a position above the hammock, then spun around to expose his own two-foot stinger, and drove the bulk of his abdomen downwards toward Jim, who threw his arms in front of his face to block the attack; his four flailing limbs succeeded in deflecting Brigtz. He heard the staccato skittering of Brigtz’s legs as it slid on the floor