The Starry Rift: Tales of New Tomorrows
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Truly successful science fiction does two things: it gives credible glimpses into the future while entertaining the reader. With this in mind, noted anthologist Jonathan Strahan - who is also the reviews editor of Locus magazine - asked sixteen of today's most inventive, compelling writers to look past the horizon of the present day. Neil Gaiman (Anansi Boys), Kelly Link (Magic for Beginners), Garth Nix (the Abhorsen Trilogy), Scott Westerfeld (Uglies; Pretties; Specials) and their colleagues have crafted a dazzling range of stories. Whether on spaceships, in suburbia, or in simulated gaming worlds, whether about cloning, battle tactics, or corporate politics, the stories of The Starry Rift will give every reader something to consider. This original anthology is crucial reading for those who want to see where the future (and the future of science fiction) is headed.
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of mind) of more prosperous, more technologically advanced nations than themselves—how they manage to survive and how they regard themselves and their invisible, distant bosses. But mainly it’s about sense of scale, about tiny humans working on vast objects that they only partly understand. LOST CONTINENT Greg Egan 1 Ali’s uncle took hold of his right arm and offered it to the stranger, who gripped it firmly by the wrist. “From this moment on, you must obey this man,” his uncle
Goffle Road before shooting across someone’s lawn and disappearing behind a garage. Diego hissed and muttered at his personal construct. I caught the phrases, “How’d he get through?” and “Get the bastard.” “I thought you said we were secure,” I commented. “We’ll find him.” “You know him?” I said casually. Diego gave a noncommital shrug. “Probably just some romantic loonybird from the Old Skool. Wants us to go back to shootouts and space jockeys. We do that and the opposition fries us out of
and we weren’t going to be stuck in here that long. And anyway, he’d delivered babies before. All you really needed was boiling water and lots of towels. I think he was kidding about that. Just a few hours later, a Tico doctor showed up with a full mobile clinic. By that point we were just kind of kicking the ball around. I was showing off some for Lara. The doctor’s name was Menoz, and it was all pretty much like my father had said it was going to be. My father and Dr. Menoz talked first, and
working on . . .” He looked back at me. “What about it?” “It seems funny that we can do so much to their brains . . . put stuff in, take stuff out . . .” “Go on.” “It seems funny that we never give them language. I mean, they can understand us . . . but wouldn’t it be easier if they could talk to us as well? At least that way we’d know that they’d understood our instructions.” “Language modules are too expensive. The captain has one, but that’s only because a hull spar took out his speech
thought back to the engagement with the other ramscoop; the way its intake field had become fatally distorted. “The Flux Swimmer is the Devilfish’s weapon against other ships,” I said, speaking for the girl. “She reaches out and twists their magnetic fields. Zeal always knew we were going to win.” I looked down at the creature again, looking so pitiful in its metal cage. I did not have to read the animal’s mind to know that it did not want to be held here, locked away in the heart of the