Earth, England, 2071   When they entered the British Museum at first, they thought that everything else, surrounding this place was imaginary. These things did not exist, please tell me so, Rita said to her team of scholars. They all laughed. We’re fucking anthroes not technos, brother. Remona said in response. They laughed and shrugged.…

Shortsman’s Shedtaker   When Jonah Rhys—Shortsman—entered the museum, he fractured something. Not visibly. Not loudly. But something folded in the moment he arrived. A sense. A thread in the fabric.   His tail flicked, shimmered, glowed at the tip in pulses that almost sang. He smiled like someone who had practiced the gesture a thousand…