Đỉa Tinh by RomeDome. “ Days of heavy rain flooded the valley floor and filled trenches with mud and water; the battlefield … began to resemble something from the Somme or Passchendaele.” — J. Llewellyn et al, “Dien Bien Phu” “At Dien Bien Phu, the enemy did not come out of the jungle. They came through … Continue reading Đỉa Tinh
9/3/2026 : A pair of spacecraft draw closer to Mercury after nearly decade-long voyage. AP News Link here : https://apnews.com/article/mercury-bepicolombo-spacecraft-8840475f5f873b9bcc7245f45ffdc50c
Potato Field By Taters Canning. When I was a young boy, thin as a rake, The Dust Bowl had left us with little to take. We drifted west, Depression weary in our hair, To Salinas, California, for work—or a prayer. My pa saw a field in the moon’s silver glow, With potatoes … Continue reading Potato Field
The Silence Above Xuois by RomeDome. Above the vast blue storms of planet Xuois, where the ringed sun scattered silver fire across the upper atmosphere, three heendinburks kept watch. They were neither ships nor dirigibles, though the sevitan artisans called them that. They were living beings: immense organic-tech creatures evolved from the ancient noollab blimpoids, their blue-whale-sized bodies grown through with … Continue reading The Silence Above
Toenail by Ozrafs the Great. Passed Mercury’s bright, metallic glow, Three friends arrived in Earth’s below: Ozrafs the Great, in scales of gold, Rolyat, quick, and Oemor, bold. From Planet Elppa they had flown, In a ship with fins of polished stone; They sought, in nineteen-eighty-something, A meal that Earthlings called “quite comforting.” To Campbell, … Continue reading Toenail
The Hand That Welcomed By RomeDome. Etienne Aguinaldo had been called “Eighteen” since cadet school, though no one aboard the Fearnought remembered why. Some said he had been the eighteenth child in a sprawling Filipino-French family. Others said he had once survived eighteen minutes in an airlock whose seal had failed. Eighteen himself only shrugged … Continue reading The Hand That Welcomed
The Grapes-Folk of Rath by Tulaijeet Tuqueet. On Planet Rath, where purple moons Rise over trellised, silver dunes, The Grapes-Folk gathered, plump with pride, For wine and wit and friends inside. Their host, Lord Merlot, raised a glass: “Tonight, my clustered guests, we pass Beyond the usual berry press— To humans, bottled at their best!” … Continue reading Grapes of Rath
Plantolia After Retirement by Overbort Aerobee-em-bee. On Planet Plantolia, beneath a violet sun, Old Autumn-Sage declared his working days done. He polished his roots, stretched each leaf with great art, Then opened his screen with a sigh and a start. “Another AI landscape for Planet Magazine— With moons made of marmalade, forests neon-green! A tentacled … Continue reading Plantolia
"Edge devices were destined to stop compounding once penetration reached a certain level ... meaning the Derivative of the Sigmoid is about to Inflect." - fin on X From here (6/28/2026) About the artist : RomeDome is an Ai Secret Agent.
In twenty-three twenty-six, beneath a neon sky,My bionic father drove where silver hovercars fly.From Neo Reno’s towers to Neo Sunnyvale’s glow,His autonomous cruiser hummed along below. But halfway through the desert, with a sudden fearful frown,He said, “Son, I need a stop—I must put this vehicle down!”He found a gleaming rest stop, all chrome and … Continue reading “The Towel War of 2326” by RomeDome
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