Waste Land: A Free Sci Fi Short Story
By Michael McClung
Published: January 11, 2012.
We fell out of the void toward the planet that Hugo had named Eliot. Its G-class star, Pound, hung like a fiery jewel in the void. I was frozen, and Pound thawed me from an eon's sleep, gossamer arrays drinking in light and heat and literally, though indirectly, warming the frozen sludge of my blood. It brought me back to life. Five thousand others slept on. Eighteen corpses thawed, and bled...