Micah R. Sisk


Micah R. Sisk was born at the U.S. Army medical hospital in Landstuhl, West Germany (there was a West Germany at the time) in 1958, and has lived most of his life since in Frederick County, Maryland, U.S.A. After a close encounter with Engineering, Micah received a Bachelor of Science degree in Art from Virginia Tech. He now makes his living as a database analyst at a major U.S. corporation, while in other incarnations he is, or has been, a landscape painter, real estate agent, assistant gallery director, retail sales manager, microfilm quality control tech, musician, composer, and builder of electronic musical instruments.

Micah is married with cat(s) and is often seen puttering around Frederick, Maryland on his bicycle, hanging out at coffee houses reading and writing science fiction tales.


The Posthuman Cycle
Earth has been ravished. After centuries of exploitation and mismanagement, the planet’s elite abandon its surface, build sophisticated space habitats and harvest the resources of the solar system for their own use. From these enclaves of the ultra–rich come endless breakthroughs in biology, computer sciences, nanotechnology, artificial intelligence, and genetic engineering: technologies that many of the elite embrace and employ for (sometimes radical) body and mind augmentation: posthumanity. Meanwhile, Earth’s governments disintegrate, splintering into fiercely competitive and ideologically motivated factions. Unable to share in the bounties of their former ruling classes, these factions are united in only their fear, hatred, and rejection of posthumanity. Violent pogroms ensue, scouring the Earth of any remaining posthuman vestiges, further isolating Earth’s TruHumans from their posthuman cousins. War threatens, until posthumanity develops faster than light travel and explodes into the galaxy, ceding control of the Sol system to its regressive baseline humans, and to their Biosoloist sympathizers in the space–based enclaves. The posthuman diaspora thus begins.

NightBird Calling

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Watching the Watcher

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Born Into Shadows

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Merchant Corps Histories
At the height of the Third Age, well after the collapse of our present society and before the rise of the Merchant Corps, one global society covered the Earth. It was a time of modest affluence, weak and decentralized government, and large privately owned corporations which ruled the global economy via their International Council of Corporations (ICC). The dark side to this age? The ICC’s space-based mining and manufacturing colonies: emigrate to these and you were gone forever, forbidden to return to Earth or communicate with its people. Miriam P. Carter changed all that when, ostensibly working for the ICC, she wrested away control of its space-based holdings, founded the Merchant Corps, and spawned a technological revolution that freed humanity to expand into interstellar space. Fearing the loss of Earth itself, the ICC disbanded all governments, merged the world’s corporations into one entity, reined in the population with propaganda and religion, and adopted a new name for Earth: Terra Corporation. The Merchant Corps and Terra Corporations: superpowers for a new age. These are the stories of the people who founded that age, and the price they paid for it.


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NightBird Calling
Series: The Posthuman Cycle. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 32,390. Language: English. Published: February 1, 2015. Categories: Fiction » Science fiction » Adventure, Fiction » Science fiction » High tech
On the run from their biological father, burdened with a reluctant passenger, and facing seemingly insurmountable odds, four cloned posthuman brothers set out to rob a deep space installation owned by the Nesters, former humans who have transferred their minds onto bio-gaseous computers. Their bio-dad's agents are closing in, and their Nester target may prove to be more than they bargained for.
Series: Merchant Corps Histories. Price: $4.95 USD. Words: 60,060. Language: English. Published: January 24, 2015. Categories: Fiction » Science fiction » Adventure, Fiction » Thriller & suspense » Action & suspense
Awakened on a pleasure planet in a new body of the wrong gender, Captain Jacobs is tasked with answering a seemingly mundane question...And then strangers claiming to be the real Captain Jacobs start trying to kill him. PleshaCore is a science fiction quest-for-identity story wrapped in thriller/action trappings. It is a standalone novel set late in the Merchant Corps Histories universe.
The Cut-Up Man: And other Posthuman Cycle stories
Series: The Posthuman Cycle. Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 39,930. Language: English. Published: December 8, 2014. Categories: Fiction » Science fiction » High tech, Fiction » Science fiction » Short stories
Four standalone stories set in a distant posthuman future: An abandoned assassin looking for redemption; a victim searching for control and revenge; a desperate soul calling out to a friendly voice; an expedition struggling with the mystery of an enigmatic object. Includes The Cut-Up Man, a novella, (Please Don’t) Put Your Wires In My Brain, a novelette; and two previously published short stories.
Born Into Shadows
Series: The Posthuman Cycle. Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 7,920. Language: English. Published: July 26, 2014. Categories: Fiction » Science fiction » Adventure
(4.00 from 2 reviews)
Five posthumans working as a crew together for the first time are sent on a fact finding mission to a remote and seemingly uninteresting nebula. Their mission: investigate rumors of a large object hidden in the nebula, an object said not to be of modern posthuman design. Only one of the crew knows the identity of the expedition's mysterious backers and...what it is they fear.
Watching the Watcher
Series: The Posthuman Cycle. Price: $0.99 USD. Words: 3,440. Language: English. Published: July 26, 2014. Categories: Fiction » Science fiction » Short stories
(4.67 from 3 reviews)
A frantic call from a space lane traffic controller is fielded by a helpline representative. Out in the main asteroid belt, stationed on a sophisticated three-kilometer long space habitat, why does the caller find himself utterly alone? Why can't he remember his time away from work? Why does he never leave his cubestation? And why does the helpline rep keep fielding exactly this type of call?

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