Short Story to be published in Thriller Magazine!

What he noticed about the room in his dream was what wasn’t there. Eggshell white walls but no windows. No posters with inspirational sayings. A grey formica slab of a desk but no drawers or sides, just thin metal legs.

I was clacking through Queens at about 40 miles per hour, on a train destined for my Long Island stop. My state and location was known in the physical world. But my consciousness was elsewhere.

Large Hadron Collider at CERN

Built at the turn of the 20th century, today the 40-inch Great Refractor still operates.

Science Fiction at its best works at the intersection of our imagination, our aspirations, and what we think might be possible.