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Year 2124 – Cairo, Egypt As the glass doors rolled shut over the simulation pods, the students shuffled into a comfortable position. The TeacherBot[1] introduced a heritage studies…
The Library of Authorised Memorial Materials was a great machine. Jane enjoyed being one cog amongst many, working in the lab beneath the Library’s mile-wide floors, each a…
Wewe umeshindaje The words popped up on the screen. She looked at it again, reading it out slowly ‘Wewe’… ok think. is that ‘you’? or is that ‘we’?…
Chapter 1: Maskumambang “A snapping sound of a gas stove breaks the cold silence in the dead of night, Anggadinaya places a half full pot of water on…
The year is 2113. On the island of Malta lived a simple man named Jack Sullivan. At first glance he seems quite ordinary: a 57 year old journalist,…
IG: I’m speaking with Dr. AS, a research scientist with the National Center for Genetic Resources Preservation. AS: The cryopreservation facility here holds plants, seeds, yeasts, fungi, bacteria,…
Pedal Power points initiative – connecting people with communities All Roads Lead to Your Path 15th November 2028 My dearest Anouk, This is a day, when it would have…
Pathways merges time by fostering learning communities with older and younger generations in shared spaces from birth to death and beyond in spaces like gardens, libraries, maker spaces…
This story’s form is important to its meaning, so it’s shared here in PDF format. Twelve Eights of Choreography from Tomorrow and Tomorrow May 15, 2024
Rumble— The grand doors of the temple slowly opened, and I, at the end of the crowd, walked briskly with my head down, carrying a stack of documents….
Go to the story Preface Before diving into one of !Kaggen’s many time-travelling capsules, it’s important to situate the root and reflections these stories, and this one in particular,…
What time is it? It’s 6 o’clock in the morning and my day begins. I live alone and I enjoy my mornings with a cup of coffee, looking…
Ava digs her hand deep into her bag to uncover her sunglasses, tucked between her potter’s knife, her pocket 3D scanner and a half-eaten sandwich that she couldn’t…
6th April 2150 I still hadn’t figured out what was the box of old sleek cylinders we found when Aज़ wanted to clear the old bunker behind the…
Wendy looked like her father and Priscella looked like her mother and Cecily would have welcomed the paled skin and lightened eye on the face of her descendants,…
