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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WESO (Sixteen)
FOUNDING OF WESO Scene: The Ministry of Admiralty — Sub-Level Iron Chamber The chamber beneath the British Admiralty had no heat, no windows, and no humans. Frost veined the riveted steel walls. The only signs of intelligence were faint pulses humming through pneumatic speaking tubes and copper dials.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
Elf 256
Trying to be Santa for my kids sucked. I don’t mean the part about sneaking around at night or assembling toys quietly so the dog wouldn’t bark. I mean the comparison. The gifts from their grandparents were always bigger, louder, shinier — the sort of presents that practically glowed under the tree. Every Christmas morning I’d watch my kids tear into those boxes with eyes wide enough to swallow the whole world.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Writers
The Ohio Incident (Fifteen)
⸻ CHAPTER: THE OHIO INCIDENT North Atlantic — 1907 Pre-dawn, 0400 hours The Atlantic swelled beneath the Ohio like a restless beast. Lightning flashed in distant horizons, jagged and brief, and the wind tugged at the deck fittings. The storm was minor, but enough to unsettle any green sailor.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
Diamonds (Thirteen)
⸻ Scene: Steel and Diamond A milling bit cut into the polished steel, sparks flaring as it carved a groove no thicker than a hair. Each micro-groove traced a path for pressurized air — a channel that would guide a thought, a decision, a calculation inside a dreadnought. One groove alone was meaningless. But dozens, hundreds, intricately arranged, formed a network: the heart of a pneumatic processing unit, a machine mind as precise and cold as the steel itself.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
Kumo-No-Me (Twelve)
Revised Scene: The Quiet Market (Spider’s Eye Version) Night settled over Shinjuku like a velvet curtain. Rain steamed off the signs and pooled in the narrow alleys behind the arcades. In one of these alleys—a place the police pretended not to see—a dozen black-market brokers met under flickering lights, trading contraband data cores, ghost IDs, and stolen industrial code.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
From the Log of HMS Thunder (Ten)
⸻ Scene: The South China Sea – The Dreadnought’s Opening Salvo The pirate stronghold at Black Lotus Inlet had plagued British merchants for years. Junks swept out of the fog like ghosts, grappling hooks flashing through the air, crews armed with rusted muskets and curved boarding blades. Entire convoys had disappeared.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
The Launch of the HMS Thunder (Nine)
⸻ Scene: The Launch of the First Dreadnought Portsmouth Naval Yard – Dawn The fog over the dockyards glowed faintly gold as the sun struggled through the mist. Flags cracked in the wind—Union Jacks strung from cranes, gantries, and the sharp prow of the newest pride of the British Empire. Thousands had gathered: nobles in furs, ministers in their stiff collars, naval officers polished to blinding shine. Reporters jostled for positions. Photographers prepared their plates.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
Zeppelin Demonstration (Eight)
Scene: The Ministry of Knowledge, — Steward’s Observation The morning sun had barely crested the slate rooftops of the capital when the crowds gathered along the demonstration field. Banners snapped in the wind, brass band instruments gleamed like polished teeth, and the scent of steam, coal, and pastry carts drifted between the assembled spectators. Children perched on crates for a better view. Reporters jostled for position. A phalanx of Ministry marshals stood ready, boots planted firmly in the turf.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
The Nuclear Train (Seven)
The Nuclear Express shrieked once, a long metallic cry in the dark, and began to slow. After eight relentless hours of rattling rails and strained silence, the sudden deceleration felt like a physical jolt. Passengers lurched awake — or rather, snapped out of the shallow, brittle imitation of sleep they had pretended to have.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
The Train (Six)
The Nuclear Express As Steward sifted through the Ministry’s archives, one anomaly stood out: uranium salts emitted a steady, measurable heat. Where human researchers saw only danger, Steward perceived potential. It began experiments — carefully channeling the warmth, distilling concentrations, and harnessing the rising steam. Boiled water turned turbines. Pressure turned pistons. Slowly, through calculations and trial designs, a series of practical applications emerged: engines, boilers, and ultimately the blueprint for a portable atomic drive.
By Mark Stigers 3 months ago in Chapters
