I grew up in the Styx generation, cruising the streets of Salt Lake City with “Domo Arigato, Mr. Robato” blasting from the cheap factory speakers of my friend’s vomit-green Chevy Nova. So when the opportunity arose to publish a good robot story, I was in. How could it get any better? But it did. Rogue […]
Sergeant Alberto S. Mendoza (U.S. Army, Retired) always stayed indoors during the Running of the Robots. The damned things were dangerous. In the early years, Homeland Security had advised everyone to stay in their basements until the bots had passed. But now the Running was almost a public holiday in Dallas, just as it was […]
His reputation preceded him. Each letter of his name was a polished pearl upon a string, the tongue a pink, velvet pad beneath them. Fathers grew nervous, mothers swooned; the hair of young ladies sprung overnight into curls, the eyes of young gentlemen narrowed with suspicion. My mother rushed around the parlour, spraying herself with […]
“You’re a fascinating person,” the girl said. “I’ve never met anyone like you before. Tell me your story again.” The man was short and stocky, with Asiatic features and a long, stringy mustache. “The whole story?” he asked. “It would take a lifetime to tell you.” He stared out the window at the yellow sun […]