Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A New Pope and the Bureaucracy Strikes Back

Darius dropped to his knees and ripped the cover away from the manual door controls, tossing it aside. Leaning to his right, he looked down the long corridor and saw that his pursuers had yet to circumnavigate the pile of synthore he had dropped in front of the door to the cargo bay. Quickly, he … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A New Pope and the Bureaucracy Strikes Back

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: The Day the Sky Became Like Dirt (or Markus Wells Has a Drink)

On Thursdays, the slow flow of traffic on Kegel Station made St. Pete's Pub an acceptable place to get away from people. Jax, the bartender on duty this particular Thursday, was wiping down the brass when the old-style wooden door creaked open. The bright light from the promenade outside the bar reflected in the big … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: The Day the Sky Became Like Dirt (or Markus Wells Has a Drink)

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Finger Food

Another very short piece for Salvatore Ambulando's Detritus. I think that sometimes, when writing science fiction, it is not so important that you have the technical expertise to understand possible future technologies, or even modern ones. I think what's important, when the scene calls for it, is that you sound like you do. Science seems … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Finger Food

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Whistling in the Dark

I love space. Not just the planets, stars, and galaxies - I like room to maneuver. I think the space setting gives me that more than any other setting. It's vast, cold, unknown. We, as humans, breaking out from that frontier line into the unknown will inevitably take our humanity with us, in all its … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Whistling in the Dark

Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Eye Appointment

"Devour us," the old warlord commanded his underling. "Take my strength and the strength of these warriors and defeat these sadistic imperialists." The collective gasp of the twenty gathered warchiefs could have been enough to empty the tight planning module of breathable air. All of them were seasoned veterans of the long conflict, witnesses to … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Eye Appointment