(A Nowa Fantastyka reprint) Back when I was in grad school, I built an electric water pipe out of Erlenmeyer flasks, rubber stoppers, and an aquarium air pump. It fed into an inhaler that dangled over my bed like the deployed O2 mask of a falling airliner— right next to the control panel that ran […]
Garden Hoses and Season’s Greetings.
Category: art on ink, fibletSo while I continue to labor at things I can’t talk about yet, y’all are gearing up to exploit expropriated Pagan rituals— whether you believe in them or not— for some time off. Good on you. I leave you with a festive, Christmas-ornamenty graphic to show that one can find the Spirit of the Season […]
Westworld, Season 1: A Story We Tell Ourselves.
Category: ink on artHuge honking spoilers. Spoilers for everything right up to the season finale. You have been warned. Westworld ended its first season over a week ago. Most of the reviews, postmortems and retrospectives have long since gone to bed. It’s taken me somewhat longer to put this together— not just because paying gigs come before […]
Dolphinese
Category: biology, marine, sentience/cognitionThis is how you communicate with a fellow intelligence: you hurt it, and keep on hurting it, until you can distinguish the speech from the screams. —Blindsight Believe it or not, the above quote was inspired by some real-world research on language and dolphins. Admittedly the real-life inspiration was somewhat less grotesque: scientists taught a […]
Changing Our Minds: “Story of Your Life” in Print and on Screen.
Category: fellow liars, ink on artSpoilers. Duh. We share a secret prayer, we writers of short SF. We utter it whenever one of our stories is about to appear in public, and it goes like this: Please, Lord. Please, if it be Thy will, don’t let Ted Chiang publish a story this year. We supplicate thus because whenever Ted Chiang […]
Welcome to the Zombie Corps
Category: fibletDiallo goes out screaming. Hell is an echo chamber, full of shouts and seawater and clanking metal. Monstrous shadows move along the bulkheads; meshes of green light writhe across every surface. The Sāḥil rise from the moon pool like creatures from some bright lagoon, firing as they emerge; Rashida’s middle explodes in dark mist and […]
The Grabbing of the American Pussy* (Or, The Government You Deserve)
Category: politicsWell, that was close. For a while there I wondered if all my dystopias would be consigned to the dustbin of irrelevance. Now they’re more topical than ever. I think I’ll add a laugh track going forward, though. If I can find one with the right edge of hysteria. We had a number of feeds […]
SOMA
Category: ink on art“If there’s an afterlife, is my place taken? Is heaven full of people who would call me an imposter?” — Simon Jarrett, upon realizing that he is a digitized copy. Ever since the turn of the century I’ve had a— well, not a love/hate relationship with video games so much as a love/indifference one. I’ve […]
Know We Kant.
Category: miscThe single most vital thing I learned at the neurologist this week was: I really need to read up on Immanuel Kant. Apparently he made a pretty valiant stab at rescuing the concept of Free Will from science, but only by redefining science itself as an unreliable construct. Or something. My neurologist is pursuing a […]
Blight Gallery
Category: art on ink, miscOK, so it isn’t cancer. Also not myocitis. Apparently that would’ve shown up in the several liters of blood they already sucked out of me over the past couple of weeks. Lyme? “Well, we could test for Lyme. If you really want. You do have the symptoms, I guess…” Not quite sure why I sensed […]