What's better: democracy or monarchy?Democracy is a strange thing. In theory, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside: liberté! Égalité! Fraternité! What a wonderful concept! The reality, however, is quite disappointing ( Read more... )

"This is Psi Corps shuttle William Karges, requesting permission to dock." Bester voice sounded hollow in his own ears as he talked to B5's C&C.

"Acknowledged, William Karges. Please turn over your ship's controls on my mark. One, two, mark. Gotcha. We will guide you to docking bay five. C&C out ( Read more... )

*Mr. Hendricks, I'll leave you in charge of the prisoner while I take care of matters on Babylon 5. I already discussed this with our bureau on Mars, and they agreed that you should take the mothership back to Mars for safety issues. We still don't know what exactly our prisoner is, or where he came from; be prepared for anything to happen while ( Read more... )

The cold and emptiness of space was tugging at his mind; not because of the presence of anything, the exact opposite was the case: there was nothing out there, or at least not anything his human mind would have been able to perceive. The fact that this disturbed him so much always managed to surprise him, even after all those years. Sometimes you ( Read more... )

For the first time in what felt like ages, Bester laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, for several minutes on ( Read more... )

Bester grimly sat on the chair in front of the comm terminal, staring straight ahead, carefully trying to analyze the current situation. The messages both from Carolyn and from Control 2.0 had been deeply disturbing. What the hell was happening on that station? And why did it always have to be Babylon 5? He hated that place, and he wasn't someone ( Read more... )

This is an interesting question to ask a telepath. We never really get to choose where we want to live, or, for that matter, what we want to do; either the Corps tells us where to go, and what to do there, or the mundanes force us to hide in all kinds of places and do nasty things just to survive, if we're stupid enough to try to run away from our ( Read more... )

My name is Alfred Bester. Or would it make you feel better if I said my name was Hitler, or Stalin, or Satan?

That's what you were thinking when you heard my name, isn't it? Well, this is my story. This is the truth.

The truth.