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Taran B.
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Author of sci-fi/fantasy stories and poetry. Lifelong palaeontology and nature nerd! Anti-AI and unwilling to give up em-dashes. Here’s five out of spite! — — — — —
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Really happy that my little (ha, microfiction) story about painting in space won the Reader’s Choice! Thank you to @augursociety.bsky.social for running this contest, and thank you to the readers who liked my work!

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“…I’m an artist, so I can add colours to the Moon” Traditionally, starships were unmanned during intergalactic voyages. Rations. Waste. No consent from generations born midflight. Simpler to mentally upload crew and leave maintenance to droids. And yet… The bio-printer hummed. Lal Singh’s digitized mind had accessed sensors galore, but it was only now, decanted into his body, that he could see. Redshifted antimatter thrusters: palette knifed alizarin crimson. Relativity squeezing every star into a cluttered constellation ahead: pollock splatters of phthalo blue. The cosmic microwave background blueshifted visible at 0.99999835% lightspeed: a gauzy flash of titanium white. The cameras had their view; Lal would find his truth in paint.
October 22, 2025 at 1:44 PM
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@augursociety.bsky.social here is my entry for the #augurmicros2025 contest (posted to instagram as well www.instagram.com/p/DOoF9i5jna...)
I hope everybody enjoys it!

#space #writing #scifi #microfiction
Sci-fi story comprised of white text on a blue-purple star-field. The text reads as follows: “…I’m an artist, so I can add colours to the Moon” Traditionally, starships were unmanned during intergalactic voyages. Rations. Waste. No consent from generations born midflight. Simpler to mentally upload crew and leave maintenance to droids. And yet… The bio-printer hummed. Lal Singh’s digitized mind had accessed sensors galore, but it was only now, decanted into his body, that he could see. Redshifted antimatter thrusters: palette knifed alizarin crimson. Relativity squeezing every star into a cluttered constellation ahead: pollock splatters of phthalo blue. The cosmic microwave background blueshifted visible at 0.99999835% lightspeed: a gauzy flash of titanium white. The cameras had their view; Lal would find his truth in paint.
September 17, 2025 at 9:37 PM