Beauchamp woke up to find himself on earth, hallucinating that a dog was looking at him with the somewhat confused expression dogs sometimes get when they’re contemplating deep matters. He was disoriented, and confused, flat on his back, but he had to be on earth because the gravity was much heavier than on Mars, and he could smell plants in the air. How the hell did I get back here?, he wondered, how long have I been out? What…oh, yeah, the aliens in the dome…what the hell?
There are a zillion online Science Fiction sites, the overwhelming majority of which are simply talking in fannish fashion about Trek or Galactica or Stargate or whatever is trendy and flashy at the moment; there are fewer still who are talking about literary science fiction (I suppose because for most Trekies it's still harder to read than to ogle Jolene Blaylock's breasts); and fewer still that are contributing original Science Fiction stories online.
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