Heads, by Rae J. Angrem

Cartoon of a pink-cheeked woman with curly orange hair, pearls, a green skirt and red high heels hugging a giant smiling orange head with blue eyes

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 13–16 (October 1997). Illustration by Romeo Esparrago From: zandrae_132@arcology11.nebraska.org.usTime: Fri, Oct 22, 2037, 10:38 AM CSTSubject: Hey!To: zindym_216@nebraska.arcology11.org.us Dear Zindy: How are you? Haven't talked to you in a while, since you moved to the 216th Floor. So I thought I'd send you a quick email & catch you … Continue reading Heads, by Rae J. Angrem →

Control Game, by John Argo

Collage of a glowing white statue of a goddess and a stone statue of a seated helmeted figure, framed by the title letters CONTROL GAME and JOHN ARGO

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 13–16 (October 1997). Illustration by Brian Callahan The gods liked time travel a bit too much. That was just part of their undoing, as Mars would belatedly realize. Take, for example, one affair (of many) in Britain in the early Dark Ages. Mars and Diana had a few days … Continue reading Control Game, by John Argo →

Lonely, In His Way, by Frederick Rustam

Dark computer-art image of a man's ghostly face beside a lattice-like space structure studded with colored lights

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 13–16 (October 1997). Illustration by Romeo Esparrago First Alarm The console beeped. Cliff looked up from his videonovel. It's probably the narrowband radiodetection subarray, again, he thought. For some reason, it was drifting out of alignment a lot, lately. He was almost at the point of attributing the problem … Continue reading Lonely, In His Way, by Frederick Rustam →

Kragon’s Gold, by Tony Chandler

Crude drawing of a huge black monster face with glaring red eyes and a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth, framed in red and blue

Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 13–16 (October 1997). Illustration by Andrew G. McCann I know aliens. They're my specialty. But even the best of us make mistakes, right? I was tired too. We had been flying hard for seventy-two hours straight. Dtang gripped the ship's one small steering wheel, his ebony knuckles showing the … Continue reading Kragon’s Gold, by Tony Chandler →