The Hills Have Eyes…?

His eyes surveyed the hills. They crawled, poked around, explored hidden caverns with their tendrils, photographed hamlets with their pupils, and relayed back data to the central brain, Cranus.   Cranus sat in state, a pulsing grey jelly trembling under the load of incoming data. He processed the information, while feasting on the planet’s denizens,


by Ellen Pace Anne Fairfax fiddled with the nib of her fountain pen, feigning interest in the current discussion. The various project leaders of the Ruysdael Initiative were gathered around a circular table ensconced by back benches in a lavishly finished auditorium; the smell of grinding steel and embers managed to pervade every inch of