Category: issue 9

The dubious shelter of native prairie grasses let Dandy believe—momentarily—that she was being ridiculous. “Dandelion!” His voice held a condescending calm as measured and heavy as his footsteps. She’d never told him her name. No one called her Dandelion but her mother. Some quick, invasive googling would explain it, though. And would turn up the car she drove and her trail volunteer schedule.

Chloe stared through the car window at the darkening skies and despaired at their cloudlessness. So much for Vancouver’s perpetual rain. The moon hung large and round above the treetops.

Every heart pulsed a lazy rhythm one rainy Friday evening as I stood huddled in the mass of commuters waiting for the Red Line. Every heart, that is, but one. Tendrils of my magic, invisible to everyone but me, picked the owner out from the crowd.

I was among the first to upload to VelleSomnia, an armored, fridge-sized satellite surrounded by a football field of solar collectors in geostationary orbit over the Pacific. Despite occasional jitters and fickle object permanence, the ten thousand of us beta testers had the run of hardware meant for ten million digitized souls. However, like all good things—romances, highs, balanced ecologies—the beta run eventually ended, and the fees and charges started.