“See what I mean, Master Gorean?” My diminutive guide pointed to me and shook his head, briefly revealing pointed ears as his long black hair swung to the side. “Danek does not even know who you are – his own father!” I looked over at my supposed father again. No. Right age, but my dad wasn’t … Continue reading Crossover, by F. Alexander Brejcha
"See what I mean, Master Gorean?" My diminutive guide pointed to me and shook his head, briefly revealing pointed ears as his long black hair swung to the side. "Danek does not even know who you are -- his own father!" I looked over at my supposed father again. No. Right age, but my dad wasn't … Continue reading Crossover, by F. Alexander Brejcha
Tomorrow, the System Defender, Captain White, fell on his ass in humiliating circumstances. Here is how it will happened. Exactly somewhere between Mercury and Pluto, which is to say perfectly and imprecisely in the center of the edge of the system, his trirem, Remember the Argo, finally will overtake the Cymbal of Eve, flagship of … Continue reading A Standard Space Tale, by NoMan
Tomorrow, the System Defender, Captain White, fell on his ass in humiliating circumstances. Here is how it will happened. Exactly somewhere between Mercury and Pluto, which is to say perfectly and imprecisely in the center of the edge of the system, his trirem, Remember the Argo, finally will overtake the Cymbal of Evil, flagship of … Continue reading A Standard Space Tale, by NoMan
The driverless cars Cruise past see-through offices to ownerless homes * About the author: Andrew G. McCann edits Planet Magazine. About the artist: Romeo Esparrago does not edit Planet Magazine.
The driverless cars Cruise past see-through offices to ownerless homes * About the author: Andrew G. McCann edits Planet Magazine. About the artist: Romeo Esparrago does not edit Planet Magazine.
“Tell me again about when I was born,” he said. “Which time, my prince?” Yes, oh which time, little brother, she thought, though she knew. She had knitting in a basket in her lap but the King was absent from court and so his son had none but his sister for company, and his sister … Continue reading Little Brother, by Gryffyd Eamonn Dempsey
“Tell me again about when I was born,” he said. “Which time, my prince?” Yes, oh which time, little brother, she thought, though she knew. She had knitting in a basket in her lap but the King was absent from court and so his son had none but his sister for company, and his sister … Continue reading Little Brother, by Gryffyd Eamonn Dempsey
What do I wantEscape from this chaotic environment for the inherent inconvenience, the consequent struggle through which bores and repels me. Would that I could upload my mental profile into some cyberspace medium, that my biographical self, the consciousness of which, might be recreated in the process of some future AI entity’s scrolling of past events … Continue reading The Resurrection, by Carl Johnson
What do I want Escape from this chaotic environment for the inherent inconvenience, the consequent struggle through which bores and repels me. Would that I could upload my mental profile into some cyberspace medium, that my biographical self, the consciousness of which, might be recreated in the process of some future AI entity's scrolling of past … Continue reading The Resurrection, by Carl Johnson
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