Mark Stigers
Bio
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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The Design of a Dream
THE FIRST PROOF INT. ORBITAL MANUFACTURING FACILITY – TEST BAY Randy’s prototype miner sits in the center of the enormous prototyping bay, work lights reflecting off its new, gleaming hull. The twin thrusters shimmer faintly in the sterile glow of the overhead lamps.
By Mark Stigers about a month ago in Chapters
The Snowball
THE ICE The snowball was not a proper asteroid. It was too loose, too ugly, too human. A drifting knot of frozen water and rock, thirty meters across, tumbling end over end like it had been kicked out of a god’s pocket. Dirty ice. Veined with carbon. Scored by micrometeor scars. A fortune if you knew what it was. Junk if you didn’t.
By Mark Stigers about a month ago in Chapters
Lots of Steel and Gold.
THE RINGS They arrived on the Moon on a Tuesday, because Tuesdays were cheaper. The brochure called it low season, though the concourse at Shackleton Arc felt crowded enough—honeymooners in pressed suits, retirees floating their luggage behind them like obedient pets, a school group staring too long at the ceiling where the Earth hung, blue and indecently alive.
By Mark Stigers about a month ago in Chapters
