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	<description>365 Visions of the Future</description>
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		<title>Vows</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author : Brian Armitage
	They met with four hours left.  He had hung up his cell phone and stared at it for a second, suddenly out of people to call.  When he finally looked up, he saw her across the street, holding the same pose – wondering, he knew, if she had forgotten anyone, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/22/vows/</link>
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		<title>I Hate Venus</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author : Roi R. Czechvala
My father fought in the Gulf War, the Iraqi War, and the Colonial Lunar Wars. His father fought in the blood bath of South East Asia, and his father fought in North Africa during the Great Patriotic War.
So, it was desert, jungle, desert&#8230; I hate the jungle. I wish things would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/21/i-hate-venus/</link>
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		<title>Rückblende</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author : Asher Wismer
I pushed the fedora up on my head and watched the bloody letters with suspicion, as if they might rearrange themselves during a blink. Brick snapped a picture, then muttered, &#8220;Josh Ledder. I knew him.&#8221;
&#8220;Not in this reality,&#8221; I said.
&#8220;No, but I know him in ours.&#8221; My supervisor held the camera nervously, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/20/ruckblende/</link>
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		<title>And now and now and now</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author :  J.R. Blackwell, Staff Writer
We, the immortals, the brazen, renewing life, we never stop changing, not for ourselves, not for each other. The universe unfolds and we cannot stop it. The language changes and I change and you changed too. And now I&#8217;m remembering the old sounds, the half silent aspirated p&#8217;s the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/19/and-now-and-now-and-now/</link>
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		<title>Killing the Emperor&#8217;s Son</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author : Jacinta A. Meyers
So here I am, a third-class passenger bound for the floating island of a techno-civ, armed with various skins and plotting infiltration and assassination. 
Ah, sounds like vacation. 
Well, except for the intended target, that is. How do you disarm a human trigger? I mean, I&#8217;ve done my fair share of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/18/killing-the-emperors-son/</link>
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		<title>Vis Insita</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author : Asher Wismer
&#8220;I invented a time machine,&#8221; said Professor Rudnicki morosely. The whiskey in front of him glinted, a cylindrical crystal promising amnesia.
My hands moved on their own, needing no guidance, wiping a glass that would never be clean. I looked skeptical. &#8220;Isn&#8217;t time travel impossible, except to the extreme relative future?&#8221;
&#8220;That&#8217;s what they [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/17/vis-insita/</link>
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		<title>Perceptible Science</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author : Sam Clough, Staff Writer
&#8220;Time?&#8221; Cal called down to Peter from his perch on top of the ruined building.
&#8220;Five more minutes, give or take,&#8221; Peter shouted up to him, &#8220;Molly has never been particularly punctual.&#8221;
They were waiting about two klicks outside Ironworks. A rusting metal sign informed them that they were welcome at the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/16/perceptible-science/</link>
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		<title>Only Time Will Tell</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author : Patricia Stewart, Staff Writer
The ship’s computer revived me from stasis.  It took hours for my body to fully awaken, and for my muscles to respond to my wishes.  But what could you expect from a woman that was 345 years old?  We had volunteered for this one-way ambassador mission in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/15/only-time-will-tell/</link>
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		<title>Classified</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author : Duncan Shields, Staff Writer
My nervous system registered a strong palm-print between my shoulder blades just before I was shoved hard towards the ground.  I landed face-first amongst a scatter of hot shell casings and a reek of spent gunpowder.  
I heard bullets whine and snap into the thin wall where I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/14/classified/</link>
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		<title>Whyjean Complex</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author :  Steve Smith, Staff Writer
Queen Louise XVI&#8217;s afternoon reading was interrupted by the message &#8216;Governess LaPointe requests audience&#8217; scrolling across the page of text which hung in space before her.
&#8220;Granted,&#8221; she spoke aloud, waving the texts into the ether.
The comfortable silence was shattered by the staccato barrage of heel on stone as a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.365tomorrows.com/05/13/whyjean-complex/</link>
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