Dangers of Being a Xenobiologist

Ezekiel James Boston packs whole worlds into lunch-break stories that linger for weeks. Five soldier-caste donor-parents. Nineteen perfect clone warrior-siblings. And her: a defect. A xenobiologist. On Kelmer-5, she relishes the constant mist whiting out everything five meters past her nose. Fig-sweet air. Cool algae mud climbing her undersuit-bootied ankles. The frolicking slap-pounces of the bra...