D. Thomas Minton | Carbon Zero
“Is there a problem, officer?” “We’re not the police.” My partner, Enrico, places his palm against the door, ready to test the old man’s resolve. I tap my finger against my thumb and SNAPbeam the warr...
7 Dec 202317min
Martin Cahill | The Moment Before the Moment
Azahn had been the ninety-third Imperial Foresight to the Dynasty of Silken Flame for only three weeks when he was forcibly retired. His body had been blessed by the holy waters of the Sky-Vein River,...
30 Nov 202347min
Regina Kanyu Wang (translated by Rebecca F. Kuang) | A Record of Lost Time
How did we end up here? The humans before me had the same physiological traits as I did, yet still we had no means of communicating with one another. I couldn’t understand what they were saying. Words...
23 Nov 20231h 4min
Osahon Ize-Iyamu | Last Ritual of the Smoke Eaters
I didn’t want to eat Joshua, but he turned into dust, and the way things go in Carrucchi village is that if someone turns into ashes you inhale them till there’s nothing but smoke in your lungs and re...
16 Nov 202332min
MKRNYILGLD | The CRISPR Cookbook (Chapter Two): A Guide to Biohacking Your Own Eggs into Weapons of Destruction, to Be Forcibly Implanted into One Patriarchist at a Time
If you’re reading this, in a self-destructing DM, on the reverse strand of a plasmid, in the recipe binder you found in a deported neighbor’s belongings dumped on the curb, you’re no longer angry. You...
9 Nov 202321min
A.L. Goldfuss | Where the God-Knives Tread (Part 2 of 2)
Every Teshiarr metropolis, town, and hamlet had featured an agora, the community centerpiece for shopping, conversing, and joining. It was where one received their daily meals, heard news from leaders...
19 Okt 20231h 8min
A.L. Goldfuss | Where the God-Knives Tread (Part 1 of 2)
When the ship’s scanners first chirped in the dead of night, Sien figured it was another misfire: light reflecting off asteroid ice, solar radiation, space dust. But xe still slid from xir berth into ...
5 Okt 20231h 10min
Yvette Lisa Ndlovu | His Thing
The house was on the same street as a bakery whose only offering was penis-shaped waffles. Rufaro didn’t like American houses very much. They looked paper thin like doll houses that would lift off int...
28 Sep 202343min
