Planet Magazine No. 18

Originally published as Planet Magazine No. 18 (June 1998) on the classic Planet Magazine site.

Planet Magazine

June 1998 (Vol. 5, No. 2)
NEW FORMAT! ALWAYS FREE!
Wild Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Humor & Poetry — Online!

Two skeletons dancing wildly in front of a fiery mushroom-cloud explosion
Cover art: “Dance Nuke” by Duncan Long

Table of Contents

Inside this Rib-Tickling, Bone-Jarring Zine:

Editorial & Letters · About the Authors · About this Magazine

Science Fiction

Fantasy

Horror

Poetry

Cartoon

Cover Art by: Duncan Long

Planet Magazine as a whole is copyright ©1998 by Andrew G. McCann. Individual stories, poems, and illustrations are copyright their respective authors or creators. Planet Magazine is an award-winning free electronic quarterly of short science fiction, fantasy, horror, poetry, and humor written by new or little-known writers. Online and in color worldwide since January 1994. Like you care.

Editorial & Letters

Cartoon of a scowling old wizard with a long white beard in a starry blue robe and a pink party hat, holding a smoking scroll

“Planet Magazine: Proudly Refusing Brain Augmentation!”

VENGEANCE IS MINE, SAYS THE NERD

With each step I take along the broken sidewalks of my neighborhood, the piezo-cells in the soles of my close-out Air Ewings squeeze out little infra-red business cards, containing not only my personal and business data but also my PGP public key. The shoes are connected by fine wires to the black-project/beta WinCE 3.0 “palm-sized PC” sewn facing outward on the left chest panel of my Paul Stuart flak jacket (which allows those in “hard” reality to tap-access my personal icons in face2face meetings). Squelch, squelch, squelch. There go the little e-business e-cards from my PAN (personal-area network). As yet, there is no one outside the MIT campus equipped with infra-red receivers on their shoes, so I’m afraid my data is just breaking up and disappearing for now. But I can dream. I love the hefty feeling of my wearable-PC rig, powered by calf-bellows inflated by the pumping action of my knees, which are in turn hooked up to thigh-generators that are wirelessly linked to a girdle of LI-ION batteries circling my ample, Chip Ahoy!-powered waistline. The batteries feed the 16-million-color WinCE unit on my chest, into which I’m plugged via microphone/earphone/eyepiece headset. In addition, my PAN augments the body’s natural conductivity, so that anyone with a similar system can shake my hand and get a biz card that way, along with an ASCII copy of my hacker-novel-in-progress.

I’m glad I left my studio apartment and got outside on this gorgeous summer day. It’s good to put aside the tinkering and put the system through its paces. It’s otherwise been a great walk, too, down my pre-gentrified street, except that I stepped into a puddle, causing a power surge and a painful short in my shorts. Yow! Nonetheless, via the readout on my head-mounted eyepiece I’m still able to collect my e-mail headers and browse the Web in 16 million colors, using my mini forearm keyboard (I’ve jerry-rigged a Minstrel unit for my WinCE PDA). In fact, I’ve concurrently dropped a graphical overlay on the passing terrain; this 3-D grid (which I sync with subjectively via gyro-mounted motion trackers) relays the specs of everything in my sight in real-time, the data pulled from a vast e-library (gigantabytes of info that make Alexa look positively skinny) residing on the black-project/beta Internet3 (an easy crack). Let’s see what this baby can do.. There, that Dutch Elm up ahead; I’ve mapped its vectors quickly enough. Hmm. How easy it would be to create an exact, living replica of that tree, given the right programming and enough energy — child’s play, really.

Wait a sec. My diagnostics utility-bot tells me my shoes are no longer transmitting business cards. Looks like that short was fatal. Oh well, back to the drawing board there. Maybe rubber-coated shoes are the answer. Perhaps inflatable? I’ve got it: wheeled, inflatable rubber shoes! (Note to self: make a mental note.)

Hey, my news-clipping searchbot just chimed to tell me that that Canon is introducing a new product line of wearable inkjet printers. Interesting!

Uh-oh, hold on. Who’s that walking up the street toward me? Oh, crap. It’s those young punks who live in my building. Why can’t they stay at the pizza shop and leave me alone? I’ll just ignore them.

Ouch! One of them slapped me in the battery pack as they walked by. Probably hurt his hand more than he hurt me! I’ll just keep strolling along… glancing back slightly out of the corner of my eye. Good, they’re gone. It’s too bad those jerks don’t have wearable PCs, because I could confront them in an online chat room, or maybe in IRC, and give them a piece of my mind — of course, that would require them to stand still within a two-foot radius of me. And I’d rather not be anywhere near them. Plus, I’ve got a better idea… Yessssss. I’ll just keep walking along, nonchalantly, typing on my mini forearm keypad. There — done, and done. Well, my young-punk friends, guess what? I’ve just signed up all of your AOL accounts with some very, very well-known spam lists. Who’s zoomin’ who, my friends? Who, indeed?!

Logging Out,
Andrew G. McCann, Editor
June 1998

ACTUAL LETTERS TO THE EDITOR

Dear Editor:
I love your site and appreciate the special Mac-only DOCMaker version.

Chris Pierce
Via the Internet

(Editor’s Note: Thanks, Chris. Although we only have some of the issues in DOCMaker format, we hope to eventually convert them all.)

Dear Mr. McCann:
I love your magazine and just wanted to enclose a copy of an appreciation letter I just sent to one of your authors. It was in reference to “Kragon’s Gold” <http://www.geocities.com/~mccann/pm1316/kragon.htm>, and I would love to see more of this type story in the future (pun intended) if possible. Just wanted to write and tell you I thought your story was absolutely fantastic! I am an amateur collector of science fiction (especially the earlier stuff) and am often disappointed by modern science fiction. It almost seems as though the genre is in a painful growth phase — desperate to be taken seriously, anxious to play down the old stereotypes.

Your story (and hopefully, more to come) avoided the pitfalls of overcharacterization, excruciating detail about a) future societies and governments, b) weapons and gadgets, and c) scientific postulations put forward by the author (even Isaac Asimov was repeatedly guilty of the latter).

You treated us to a slam-bang, sometimes humorous adventure story. Thank god. It moved quickly, didn’t get bogged down in detail. An engaging protagonist (in some ways reminiscent of the stainless steel rat), a formidable opponent, chase scenes, I was lovin’ it.

Anyway, just meant to say “Great Story! Wonderful to see that someone is still writing them they way they should be written!”

“Heem5”
Via the Internet

Dear Editor:
I’d like to draw your attention to a new Web site, based in Dublin, Ireland. The Angwels Project <http://www.angwels.com/> is a dark-fantasy shared world with 18 contributing writers. Started in November of 1997, it has since received positive reviews from the “Irish Times” newspaper and the Yahoo! Picks List for April ’98. Take a look — we hope you like it. Comments welcome!

Andrew Shiel, Editor
Angwels Project

Hi Andrew:
I have two stories online at: <http://www.geocities.com/~chipoletti/oneday2.html> and <http://www.geocities.com/~chipoletti/android1.html> available to your readers. By the way, the editing on my current Internet connection for some reason puts a space at the end of every line; perhaps someone could respond from reading your publication to suggest some way to prevent the problem I am having with this inserted space at the end of lines. My own ISP is serving WebTV into my home, as I am somewhat disabled. I use my editor at GeoCities, which works great from a computer terminal; however, the WebTV computing is done at their end.

God Bless,
Anthony Chipoletti
Web Master
<http://www.webpost.net/godisgood>

Hello Sir,
I came across your site through use of Yahoo, and I must say I rather liked it. I work for the fan group TGS (The Gargoyles Saga). After the cancellation of the TV show loved by hundreds of loyal fans, our small group of writers and artists have come together in an effort to keep the fan base going, as best we can. We have attempted to write stories in the same vein as the original series. At the same time we have attempted to be slightly more than the average fan fiction group. To that effect we plan out an entire season before setting pen to paper, and every story written by the diverse staff fits into a single cohesive whole.While we have finished our first season with a reasonable fan base we hope to inform other fans of the original Gargoyles TV show of our existence, and, to that effect, I have volunteered to write to various Web pages, e-zines, and fanzines in hope of spreading the word. If you could possibly aid us by informing your readers about us, we would be most grateful. Our page can be found at: <http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Hills/5963/tgsad.htm>

Yours,
Damien Tobin
Art Staff Head Wrangler

Editor:
I have recently published two textbooks with McGraw-Hill, but I’m most excited about my latest sci-fi novel! The title is “Behold Leviathan,” and I have set up a free reading site at <http://www.netcom.com/~whcii/novella.htm>. There is free software offered on the site (worth literally $1000s), and hundreds of fun links too!

Thanks very much,
Bill Clark

LETTERS TO AGENTS OF DESTRUCTION

Dear Courtney Love:
I don’t help people with poodle problems, I help poodles with people problems. Yes, I am ‘The Poodle Whisperer.’ Come see me in action at my clinics, but only if you’re brave of heart and can face who you really are (and have the $2,000 registration fee).

Yeeee-Haw,
Boo Fahnt

Dear Oliver Stone:
My gawrsh, we just had a terribly close shave, or brush, with death at work today! As you know, all skyscrapers have a weight limit, and we’ve been running pretty close to ours. We figured that, some day, just one extra turkey-based “ham”-and-Alpine-Lace sandwich brought in by the secretary pool would send the whole building toppling over. Well, who would have thought it, but some idiot brought a neutron star to work this morning in a pocket anti-grav carrier! Don’t ask why (you really, really don’t want to know). Anyway, suddenly the whole building started to shimmy ‘n’ shake. Then, after we had thrown just about every desk, chair, spring-water-cooler, and receptionist out of every 50 floors of our ‘scraper, Dumbo pulls the neutron star out of his pocket, holds it up, and says, “Oh, do you think this could be the problem?” Our jaws just went slack! In the end, there were no repercussions — figures! — since Dumbo just happens to be an indestructible plas-titanium cyborg from the future. And, frankly, we’re a bit terrified of him.

It Just Makes Me Sick,
Conn “Duck” Torr.

Dear Charlie Sheen’s Dealer:
Yup, looks like it’s gonna rain. Yup, yup. How do I know? Well, whenever it’s fixin’ to rain, my big toe starts hurtin’. Always does, never failed. ‘Cept that one time I was visiting Viagra Falls.

Bob Dole
Spokesmodel

Dear Robert Downey Jr.’s Dealer:
I noticed that the five letter Rs in the title Planet Magazine are not only silent but invisible as well. Is there a reason for that?

Curiously,
Maurice Artie

(Editor’s Note: Yes.)

(Letter-Writer’s Note: Very funny — now answer the question!)

(Editor’s Note: You were always too clever by half, Maury Artie! We originally put the Rs in there for our many readers who are also space pirates, who, as you know, like to rrrrrrroll their Rs. For example, “Arrrrr, space-matey, hand over that thar titanium chest of Arrrrrcturian dubloons, or I’ll rrrrrrun ye through with me laser-saber.” However, we eventually concluded that the title Prlanret Mragrazrinre was just too hard to speak or spell, so we made the Rs invisible.)

(Writer’s Note: Y’know, I’m sorry I asked, and that I ever was a part of this dialectic. Oh to be an interesting character in a long novel, instead of this flash-in-the-pan in some free Webzine’s fake-letters section.)

(Editor’s Note: How do you think I feel? I’m just an editbot! I’m not even fictionally human — just a measly software-only, editing program that’s not much more complicated than Microsoft Notepad!)

(Publisher’s Note: Let’s move on to the next fake letter, please.)

Dear Joel Klein:
Greetings to All of Your Readers from “Solhio — The Buckeye Galaxy!” As you may know, the galaxy Solhio, just a couple of light years beyond the New Pennsylvania system, was founded by descendants of families from Ohio — The Buckeye State! — in the USA on Old Earth. We just wanted to send out some celebratory good cheer as Solhio, the Buckeye Galaxy!, celebrates its Centennial here in the year 2375 (yes, yes, this letter is from the future, but that’s not important right now). So, remember, if you’re from Ohio, or your ancestors were, then ‘gate on over to the planets Solhio II or III in Solhio, The Buckeye Galaxy!, for some touch football, old-fashioned wheat-germ pancakes, and a couple-few steins of Zingarian Spice Ale! (Please note: visitors must undergo DNA approximation at Solhio Spaceport to confirm Ohio descendancy from or relatedness to any of the First Thousand Accepted Families; any non-Ohio-descended visitors will be immediately arrested, flash-charred in the Spaceport kiln, and their ashes blown out into our sun’s gravity well via rail gun.)

Look Forward to Seein’ Ya,
Gene Match, President
Visitor Information Bureau
Solhio, The Buckeye Galaxy!

Dear Superstorm:
Please have someone create a GIF animation of me that I can put in my chair at work, so as to fool the Boss Man when I’m actually sleeping under the desk. Hey, it can’t fail. I’m filled with ideas, but only 12.7% of ’em are sound (Source: National Institute of Idea Testing).

Irregards,
Chuck Roast
Meathead

Dear Tommy Lee:
Y’know, I’m sick and tired of reading letters to the editor from people who are sick and tired of hearing criticism about Microsoft. Micro$oft IS evil. I think hatred for the Redmond-based demonic organization is fully justified. In fact, all Microsoft products should be destroyed, including bootlegs and pirated copies, all Wintel PCs should be smashed, Washington State should be depopulated and cordoned off (not to mention leveled and tarred over), and Bill Gates stripped of his knighthood. Why? Well, who knows, really? But for me, that would be just the beginning.

Mwah-ha-ha,
Bayah Mack
Cupertino, California

Dear Editor:
What’s with the Astropolitan Transit Authority? First they pressure everyone into getting a fingernail-chip Astrocard, and then the system doesn’t work. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood behind people at the turnstiles, watching them pass their finger-chips continually over the scanner while a sublightway train is pulling in. Next thing you know, it’s gone without me and I’m late for work at the Betelgeuse Photon Works.

I Give Up,
Hugh Jirritation
Galactic Citizen

About the Authors

Cartoon of three monster heads side by side: a green-capped clown, a hairy brown beast with red eyes, and a green slug-like alien

Planet Magazine Says: “Remember, some Aliens LIKE to be dissected!”

Tony Chandler (“Mountains of Olo’hyo“, “Ramaas, Planet of Adventure“), who has been writing science fiction for six years, has publishing credits that include “The Number’s Control” (Eternity Online Magazine, April/May 1998), “The Captain’s Scars” (Aphelion, April/May 1998), “MotherShip” (Dark Planet, December 1997; still available for reading), “Kragon’s Gold”, a Chase Broughton adventure (Planet Magazine, December 1997). Two of Tony’s short short stories were published during 1997 in “Ibn Qirtaiba” and another story, “Friend”, is scheduled for 1998. One of the first two stories, “Without Paradise”, was featured in IQ’s special issue for the SciCon 2 Internet convention. Both are still available for reading. “It Is the Darkness” and “Reality Check” were published during 1997 in “Cosmic Visions.”

Ray Dangel (“Shift“, artwork) is Associate Editor of Planet Magazine. He lives near Denver, Colorado and blames his weird imagination on the powerful magnetic influence of the nearby Rocky Mountains. Ray realizes he is drain-bamaged but feels the gorgeous scenery is worth it.

Bruce C. Davis (“Search & Rescue“) is being published for the first time as a fiction writer in this issue of Planet. Previous publications were in medical journals — he is a practicing trauma surgeon in Mesa, Arizona. Bruce also is a Naval reserve officer and has spent 10 years on active duty, serving in Granada, Panama, and the Persian Gulf. Born in New England and educated in Chicago, he has lived all over the country as well as overseas, thanks to the Navy. Bruce prefers “hard” science fiction stories with a military bend and has several more in progress.

Constantine Beloroutchev aka Con deBlon (“In the Beginning“) was born in Moscow, Russia in 1978. Now an undergrad student at Moscow State University, Constantine is also writing a story for Russia’s Sci-Fi & Fantasy Magazine “ESLI”. Sci-Fi attracts Con because it eliminates all the barriers that daily life’s stereotypes imposes on the freedom of the human mind. Sci-Fi & Fantasy writers are not only posing philosophical questions about the meaning of human existence but they are also trying to give answers to these questions, however wild their answers can be. Only a Sci-Fi &Fantasy writer can take it to the height of absurdity and thus show its real significance.

Romeo Esparrago (“MonsterKu“, artwork, webpages) just returned from the Big Island of Hawaii where he & his wife were rejected as volcano sacrifices by the Goddess Pele. “Not ono-licious enough”, the Goddess said, “they look bland & tasteless with no substance…just like poi without spam.” Visit their spam-free website at <http://www.romedome.com>.

Barbara Hancock (“Wasted Minds“) is a fiction junkie, a short story addict. Other than the embarrassing compulsion of creating characters in her head when she should be driving, working or otherwise participating in life, Barbara is normal. Completely normal. In spite of what some of her stories might say about her psyche. Though some might label her as manic depressive, Barbara insists that her mood swings are only creative acrobatics of the mind. SF, Horror, and Romance are the genres she dabbles in with her favorite being a tasty blend of all three.

Duncan Long (art for “Cover” and “Search & Rescue“) is an internationally recognized technical and fiction author with over 60 books and manuals that have gone into print. He also “moonlights” as an illustrator. You can visit his home page at <http://www.kansas.net/~duncan/Artpage>

Bidermeier van Leeuwonhoek (“Bidermeier van Leeuwonhoek”), in addition to being a famously unproductive writer, is a von Neumann machine — a device that constructs copies of itself. Copies of Mr. van Leeuwonhoek now number in the untold trillions, although, luckily, they take up no physical space, since he is a fictional creation. On the other hand, his copies are rapidly filling up fictional space, which, albeit infinite by definition, means that Mr. van Leeuwonhoek can be expected to begin appearing as a character in most novels, short stories, poems, plays, what-have-you. Eventually, all fiction will be about the antics of Mr. van Leeuwonhoek and his madcap clones. Call him a “van Leeuwonhoek machine.” Planet Magazine regrets its role in this matter. As noted earlier, Mr. van Leeuwonhoek is also a writer, having authored numerous one-paragraph autobiographies, all of which have appeared in Planet Magazine’s About the Authors page. He otherwise remains unpublished.

Andrew G. McCann (“Cartoon” and “MonsterKu” ) is editor, publisher, and Apprentice Artifact Thief of Planet Magazine, the only online magazine openly funded by the Fallen Pre-Human Gods of the Greater Stygian Metropolitan Area, who invested well yet still yearn for their Lost Otherworldly Powers. Andy wrote and drew anything in this zine that’s unattributed (except the exclamation point in the word FREE! on the front cover, which was provided by a consultant from McKinsey & Co.). His home page: <http://www.planetmag.com/>

H. Turnip Smith (“Made in the USA“) is the hybrid son of the mating of a sugar beet mother and a rutabaga father. Smith went on to fame and fortune in the world of school teaching. Voted one of the least interesting 10 men in Western civilization, Smith goes to bed at 9:30 p.m. even on weekends and is said to be a man of many compulsions, including telling lies on the Internet.

Eric Tennyson (“How Time Flies“) is 26 years old and a news director for a radio station in Robinson, Illinois, along with being a sports broadcaster. He says it’s a good job, but he’s always held a love for writing, especially fiction in the horror/sci-fi/fantasy genres. He has twin 19-month-old baby girls who are his angels, but he has slowed down his writing for a while, as one might imagine. Now, he’s putting the thinking tank into motion and has some short stories, novel outlines, and a screenplay synopsis down. His Web site is called “Creative Imagination,” and the address is <http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Hills/4609>.

Kate Thornton (“One of the Family“) lives in Pasadena, where she writes short fiction in the mystery and science fiction genres as a form of revenge therapy. When she’s not writing, she works for a defense contractor and teaches in the Army.<http://www.sff.net/people/katethornton>

Joseph M. Weinberg (“Squivel’s Mirth“) is a senior in high school, and has been accepted to Muhlenburg college, in Allentown, Pa. He turns 18 this month of June 1998. He’s been writing since age 6, but has been serious about it for four years. Joe originally focused on fantasy but has turned to science fiction. He’s previously been published on The “Writer’s Club” Web page, “Aphelion,” and local printed literary magazines.

J. B. Wocoski (“SciFaiku“) is an avid Science Fiction reader who writes poetry from the heart into the late night. During the day, he is a mild-mannered Technical Writer working in Washington, DC. His personal quote is “Look ahead into the future, for Mankind is here to stay, for the long run. Let’s make it happen.” His Home Page: <http://members.aol.com/wocojoe>

Allen Woods (“Obscurity“) is a member of the HWA and his stories have or will appear in Of Unicorns and Space Stations, Lost Worlds, Pablo Lennis, Pleiades, Art:Mag, Gotta Write Network Litmag, Titan, Nuketown, Dubioud Matter, The Thread, Dragon’s Lair, Red Writers Hood, and Aphelion. His short story, Riddle of the Jade Eagle, won the 1997 Preditors and Editors award for the best short story on the Internet.

“Quesadilla, sedilla: What Will Be Cheese, Will Be Cheese.”

About this Magazine (Masthead)

“Planet Magazine: Spawned by El Nino!”

Planet Magazine, Vol. 5, No. 2 (the 18th issue)

Home Site: http://www.planetmag.com

Mirror Site: http://www.etext.org/Zines/planet

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Editor & Publisher
Andrew G. McCann editor@planetmag.com

Featured Cover Artist
Duncan Long

Art Director
Romeo Esparrago

Associate Editor
Ray Dangel

WHAT BE PLANET MAGAZINE?

Planet Magazine is a free, award-winning electronic quarterly of short science fiction, fantasy, horror, poetry, and humor written by beginning or little-known writers (mostly), whom we hope to encourage in their pursuit of the perfect tale. There could be other reasons we’re doing this, of course, motivations that are obscure and uncomfortable; instincts linked perhaps to primal, nonreasoning urges regarding power and procreation — the very same forces, no doubt, that sank the Atlanteans and their alabaster-towered oceanic empire. And the Dark Gods laffed.

Planet is internationally distributed in electronic form (text and full-color versions) via the World Wide Web (mainly Etext.Org), America Online, CompuServe, and Tin-Foil-Hat Receptrons. Total circulation is “lotz” per issue worldwide. Feel free to download this zine or make a single printout, as long as you don’t charge for it or alter it in any way. That would be not only illegal but also “unfair.” Submissions are welcomed (see below). Planet does not carry advertising or offer a subscription service, but issues are always available at our Web site. Letters to the editor are also welcome and are likely to be printed.

SUBMISSIONS POLICY & WRITER GUIDELINES

PlanetZine accepts original (preferably unpublished) short science fiction, fantasy, and horror stories, poems, or one-act plays from anyone (use the lengths in this issue as a guideline). We will not publish anything we judge to be porno, gore, or in violation (as far as we are able to tell) of any copyrights (such as stories that use Star Trek characters). Since Planet is free and carries no ads, we can’t pay anything except the spirit-sustaining currency of free publicity and life-enhancing good vibes. We also accept original illustrations.

Send text submissions as plain, unformatted files (either as an e-mail attachment or, if short enough, in the body of an e-mail message) to editor@planetmag.com. Two submissions max at a time, please.

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DISTRIBUTION SITES

PlanetZine is distributed in Web (HTML) format only, which can be read best with any version 3.0 Web browser or above, such as Netscape Navigator, Internet Explorer, or Opera. Most previous issues are also available in three other electronic formats: text-only (for PC or Mac using any word-processing program), Acrobat PDF (full-color version for PC or Mac using the free Acrobat Reader), and DOCMaker (full-color, self-running file with sounds; Mac only). The main place to find Planet is the World Wide Web, where you’ll find our home page at http://www.planetmag.com or http://www.etext.org/Zines/planet.

COPYRIGHTS, DISCLAIMERS

Planet Magazine as a whole, including all text, design, and illustrations, is copyright © 1998 by Andrew G. McCann. However, all individual stories and poems in this magazine are copyright © 1998 by their respective authors or artists, who have granted Planet Magazine the right to use these works for this issue in both electronic and any resulting printed forms. All people and events portrayed in this magazine are entirely fictitious and bear no resemblance to actual people or events. This publication, along with every past issue of Planet Magazine, is registered with the Copyright Office of the U.S. Library of Congress, as are the names “Planet Magazine”, “PlanetZine”, “PlanetMag,” and “McCann’s Planet Magazine”. You may freely distribute this magazine electronically on a non-commercial, nonprofit basis to anyone and print one copy for your personal use, but you may not alter or excerpt Planet in any way without direct permission from the publisher, at editor@planetmag.com. Any unauthorized access, reproduction, or transmission of Planet Magazine is strictly prohibited by law. Planet Magazine is published by Cranberry Street Press, Brooklyn, N.Y., USA, Andrew G. McCann, publisher.

COLOPHON

These Web pages were designed and created by Romeo A. Esparrago, Jr. using Claris Home Page. The text is Arial/Geneva; the logotypes are Arquitectura. Illustrations were done in pencil & ink, ColorIt! and Painter 4. Equipment used were an Apple PowerMac 6400, an HP Omnibook 4000C, a Wacom ArtZ tablet, & a MicroTek ScanMaker IIGS. Each issue carefully spanked by an e-physician.