The Best New Science Fiction (TRSF, Volume 1)
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Featuring all-new stories by a dozen of the most visionary science fiction authors writing today, TRSF takes us to 12 possible worlds of tomorrow. Inspired by the real-life breakthroughs covered by MIT's Technology Review, celebrated writers join the freshest talent from around the world to describe what the future may have in store for the Internet, biotechnology, energy, computing, and more.
Illustrated with an original cover painting by legendary sci-fi illustrator Chris Foss, the TRSF also features classic Foss covers inside its pages.
Welcome to the 2011 TRSF, the first annual anthology of original science fiction stories from MIT’s Technology Review. With stories set in the near future from celebrated masters and emerging authors, TRSF is our contribution to the tradition of “hard” science fiction. It’s a tradition that stretches all the way back to Jules Verne, in which writers draw from the cutting edges of engineering and science, and try to portray how technology might advance in a way that futurists, economists, and other down-to-earth pundits can’t.
Because of its emphasis on technical plausibility, hard science fiction has been accused in the past—not always unfairly—of neglecting plot and character development in favor of breathless exposition about some flashy gadget or astronomical phenomenon. But the stories in these pages prove that you don’t have to sacrifice great writing to say something interesting about how the future might work. Hard science fiction has also been accused—again, not always unfairly—of being the jealously guarded preserve of mostly American men. So, striving for a richer spectrum of viewpoints, we have chosen male and female authors who come from around the world, including one writer whose work is appearing for the first time in English.
Inspired by the real-world technological breakthroughs covered online and in print by Technology Review, these authors bring you 12 visions of tomorrow, looking at how the Internet, computing, energy, biotechnology, spaceflight, and more might develop, and how those developments might affect the people who have to live with them. What do you think of these visions? What technologies do you believe are going to profoundly transform how we live, and would deserve to be the inspiration for a story in next year’s TRSF? Let us know online at http://www.technologyreview.com/sf.
-- Stephen Cass, Editor
and back then he was definitely involved in the peasant movement—arrested and interrogated on suspicion of terrorism—” “Which he made no secret of,” Keith interjects. “And he was released after a week, which in those days took some doing, I can tell you.” “Yes—but whose doing? That’s what I wonder. And then there’s James McCulloch, the technician. Evangelical fundamentalist Christian; wrote endless screeds on his personal website and for the church magazine about how the variant texts of the
stories published in Nature. As with the following, many of his stories are set in futures where societies are forced to adapt to the consequences of the environmental damage happening today. ENERGY Lonely Islands BY TOBIAS BUCKELL You know the city, now. Twenty thousand people, many of them trapped in rustbelt Ohio. For generations. You saw the footage of the super-tornado. Saw that seven story building downtown with its facade peeling off into the air like wheat chaff. Rows of houses
live with her secret psychic power, and even the scientific scrutiny. It was okay being a troubled superhero. When her ‘weird ability’ became a medical condition, shorn of the envelope of miracle, it was simply torture.” A tiny starburst in the corner of Em’s eye warned that the signal had faded, not strong enough for what they were attempting. Like primitive cell phones, mind to mind was randomly flakey. They both sighed, maybe with relief. “I was about to log off, anyway,” he said. “Try and
intersected the atmosphere. “Negative.” There was silence in the room. “That’s it, then,” Zak said. Saladin got up. “We’ve got to turn off the laser cooling water.” “Why bother?” Zak said. “If they cool too fast, they’ll shatter,” he said. “That’s twenty million dollars worth of laser.” Zak shrugged. “So? Let them. We’re dead.” PIECES OF THE rocket burned up in the atmosphere from eastern Colorado all the way across northern Kansas. One fragment of nose cone even landed, according to a
profound negative effect on the structure of the brain. We’re here to repair that. Nothing else.” BRIGID SNAPPED her Omni off with unnecessary violence and stood, moving toward her balcony—hers for as long as she had it, anyway. She’d thought that she wouldn’t get away with it. And if she got away with it, that getting away with it would be the easy part. But every day she didn’t get caught out as the source of the leak was another day she had to have the same argument with herself: was it