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Category: issue 1
Atlas, by H. Pueyo
There are two types of androids available in the market. Organic robots, made for couples who want to see their artificial babies grow, and static ones, made for commercial use, always stuck with the same original appearance. Soriano is the later, and his middle-aged exterior has intrigued me since the first day we met: outstanding blue eyes, a receding gray hairline, a hooked nose, a face full of lines.
The Bronx’s First Spiritual Hip Hop Party, by Sarah A. Macklin
The train car stunk. Lakeishanna crinkled her nose at the scent of urine and someone who hadn’t seen a bar of soap in a month of Sundays.
To Build a Bridge Out of Song, by L Chan
The light from the Weaver’s aurora illuminated the dirty smoke rising from Chinatown; the snaps of the dhobis slapping linen against river banks cut through the early morning mist like rifleshots.
Wings, by Vanessa Fogg
Last night you were a great black cat, larger than me, with shining green eyes. You stretched out on the bed and I curled against you, the back of my head against your belly. Your purr of contentment vibrating through me. I fell asleep, so happy that I nearly didn’t think of your former self.
1078 Reasons, by Aidan Doyle
Minako plucked a particularly lucky prime number from her garden to ensure the robot exhibition wouldn’t be too crowded. She had been planning the excursion to Universal Studios Japan for months and everything had to be perfect.
The Silence of Sound, by Mike Brooks
I can’t stay long at the Sea Palace. I have little enough funds, despite having taken a couple of reading jobs. Still, it’s good to have a bed and a door that locks after fleeing the Amber City, so I sit on the deck, eating lightly fried, gently spiced seaweed, feeling the warmth of the rising sun on my skin.
How To Break Causality and Write the Perfect Time Travel Story, by Stewart C Baker
She said she’d come to warn you, but you’ve read enough time travel stories to know that the time stream is mostly self-correcting.
First Dates, by Elizabeth Kestrel Rogers
In retrospect, ‘I’m dying’ was a bad pick-up line.
Everything Giant and Mighty, by Timothy Mudie
When she is old enough that she’s allowed to use her mother’s tablet, Emma watches old news footage of the first battle between a gargantuan alien monster and Mondo, the monster that protects the Earth.
