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Science Fiction

Art by Dario Bijelac

A Siren Song for Two

We lose three good men our first hour on Siren. Not to air tank malfunctions or sledge accidents. Not to the frigid cold that freezes our gauges and locks up our drills the moment the sun falls behind the horizon. We lose them to the damn music. The creaking, grinding, strumming noise that echoes through […]

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Art by Dario Bijelac

Fluency

Corbalk: The conflicting emotions created by First Contact (used especially in reference to a homeworld-centric species). I learned corbalk in the basement pantry, seven years old. The smell of leather and gun oil, my father’s skin, pungent with bitter sweat. Sammy crying, his fear contagious as any virus, Mom shushing him, rocking him in the […]

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Science Fiction story by AT Greenblatt

Listen and You’ll Hear Us Speak

There’s this story we like to tell on Deck 3—we, the quiet ones. The voiceless dishwashers and short order cooks and house musicians who scrub and busk in grimy bars on a space station full of grimy bars. It’s about a girl who was quiet too. One night, this girl met a trader, just like […]

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And All Our Bones Were Dust

And All Our Bones Were Dust

She takes another bite of her salad as the restaurant around us crumbles into ash. A sip at the glass of merlot beside her plate as the picture windows shatter, shards raining down across the dark hardwood floor. The tables near the door disappear into flames, then the servers and diners go up in smoke […]

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Robot graveyard in story by Jared Cooper

What Lasts

Step 1: Dig for parts in the Gearwoman’s scrapyard, through dead frames and the rotted pages of old schematics. Find one of her bots, with thin limbs not yet rusted, intact and broken like yourself. Collect, and run away. * * * Step 2: With no schematic, put him back together. Shape his face with […]

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Plain Jane Knits a Wormhole by Wendy Nikel

PLAIN JANE LEARNS TO KNIT WORMHOLES

None of it would’ve happened if Jane had known how to pick up a dropped stitch, and that’s exactly I told Pastor when he popped in to investigate the peculiar noises coming from the Fellowship Hall. But he asked me, as head of the Martha Society, to write a blurb for the bulletin explaining the […]

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The Law of the Conservation of Hair

That it has long been our joke that our hair lengths are inversely proportional, and cannot exceed the same cumulative mass it possessed on the day we met; That our faith was bound by this same Law, your exuberant pantheism balanced against my quiet nihilism; That this Law does not apply to beards; That you […]

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