Corrupted by Sci-Fi

     Hunted.     That was the word to describe TOM, our hero, who was on the run from an intelligent lifeform that had snuck aboard his ship, the Neptunia. It was hyperfixtated on whatever TOM had done to it previously. TOM had been alien-hunting for awhile, so he had gaps in his memory about what the creatures he sought out were. Names and faces were hazy to him. But he had to remember what the hell it was.      It resembled a hulking, red monster, covered in ooze. Ooze that resembled maroon-coloured pus. Definitely not a sight for those who're eating. Even TOM, who was a robot and couldn't consume normal food (at least those that weren't the size of a milligram to fit in the microscopic hole in his mouth), found it sickening to look at. But he had to carry on. After all, it wasn't as bad as some other aliens he'd hunted in the past.     TOM trudged thru the dark, dusty chambers of the Neptunia's basement. Nothing was giving him any indication of where the crea

  It was dark in space. But darkness was not the problem on most space colonists’ minds. About five years ago, the prestigious Space Facilities of Nueva chose ten humans to search for life on other planets. Every year, the humans would travel across the galaxy, from planet to planet, adapting to the climate and culture of each one. Guiding them was a line of self-aware AI, able to break down information and use them to form their own complex, abstract thoughts. That means they were able to reprimand colonists when they were doing something wrong, or reward them when they were doing something right. This was truly a pinnacle of space travel. On this flight was an individual named Moonscar. He was what you’d expect of a space colonist: with his Spartan-like conceit and short, dark red hair, he was what you’d consider a “ladies’ man” back on Earth. But Earth was very hazy to Moonscar. See, he’d applied for this mission because he forgot who he was. All he could remember was waking