Chapter 4: The Singularity Closet The Singularity Closet was not, as the name implied, a closet containing a singularity. That would’ve been far too straightforward. Instead, it was a long-forgotten maintenance shaft stuffed with rejected jars, spar...

Chapter 3: Breathless Encounters Lexi was not flustered. She was never flustered. Even now, standing in the dim glow of the Breath Tracking Console™, holding a jar that pulsed with a beige, deeply inappropriate rhythm, Lexi was the picture of compos...

Chapters 2: Jars of Questionable Origin There was no official protocol for what to do when a misfiled breath jar began muttering the lyrics to forgotten sitcom theme songs. But Lexi, being Lexi, improvised. She slid the jar back into its slot, label...

A cosmic comedy of breathless proportions In the far reaches of the dust lanes—where space Wi-Fi gets spotty and the laws of physics are mostly optional—drifts the Library of Exhalations. A mysterious floating archive maintained by ancient jellyfish...