Short Stories from Samuel Tate

Market Research

This tea is too hot. I’ve had a long day, I have to see my wife tonight, so I’m in a rush and I don’t have time to drink hot tea. I know I’m supposed to write important things down in this journal. But all I can think to write about is my tea. It’s aromatic, which is nice, it relaxes me, but I can’t…

The Dopple

Jack — 7th Birthday

‘Hey honey, look who’s up, yes it’s you little sleepy head! Today’s the big day, 7 years old! Come down stairs. Before the party there’s someone I want you to meet.”

A thread unbroken

I cradle my drink, or at least the analogue of it. I haven’t really been able to ‘drink’ anything in the traditional sense for the past three thousand years, but that’s why I come here. They map you at the door and simulate your memetic concept of a relaxant. To me everyone is a humanoid…