Sentinels

With the heavens above, eyes perceive blackness below. The silhouettes of lonesome silos dotting a barren landscape gives way to perceptions of ancient obsidian obelisks, sentinels erected by the offspring of some long-forgotten civilization, sating deities of seasons past.

Against a moonless night, one can appreciate the unencumbered band of the Milky Way, glorious gold and white light from hundreds of thousands of stars, blues, oranges and reds, sparkling beacons of potentialities adorning the night sky.

I repose beneath a blanket of starlight, and the encircling melody of coywolves lulls me to sleep as I long for dreams of you.

From Guest Contributor J. Iner Souster

Earth 2.0

Curtis looked at the new cityscape in amazement. He had never been outdoors, but he imagined this was what it would be like. The path, it really was a path, meandering and uneven, wound its way through ponds and lawns. Trees towered overhead.

Curtis had been in virtual environments that mimicked Earth's various bioshperes, but they paled in comparison. He used his scanner to measure the nearest tree's composition. Real DNA!

"What are you doing?" a sentinel demanded angrily.

"I'm conducting analysis tests." Curtis displayed his credentials.

"No humans are allowed inside the biosphere. Your biorhythms disrupt the natural order."