The Starry Rift: Tales of New Tomorrows

The Starry Rift: Tales of New Tomorrows

Language: English

Pages: 239


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

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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He does, though. He makes a few vicious remarks about the Duck Monkey in an interview and gives my Martian avatar instant credibility. The Duck Monkey’s numbers jump. A pro like Ahmose, you’d think he’d know better. I really love being the Duck Monkey. I can say anything I want and not have to worry about the Demographic. I can be as sarcastic as I like, and if I love something, I can say so without having to worry about whether my opinion is sufficiently fashionable. But in the meantime, I

necesito mi plata > When you kill them, they lose their day’s wages. Do you know who is paying you to do these killings? She thought of Saudis, rich Japanese, Russian mobsters. > not a clue > I’ve been trying to find that out myself, Kali. They were all dead now. Raymond stood alone amongst the piled corpses. > Go ahead he typed, > I will see you again, I’m sure. She cut his head off. Her wrists hurt. She was hungry. She was alone there in the enormous woodland cottage, and she still

childish now, but it was worth it at the time. And Parrot Girl is better than Eelie. People say my mother is eccentric, but she’s not. She studies orchids and has to go all over the world and leaves me with my aunt Cicily, who has a Cafe Cubano shop, even though she’s not Cuban but originally from Iowa. She’s my mother’s twin. She was a biologist and did cloning things. Famous cloning things. Things people got mad at her for doing. Even her husband, who divorced her. So now she has Cafe Cubano.

nothing irreversible, he says . . . but he hasn’t done it yet.” Why was I talking to her so openly? Because she was a girl. Because it had been a long time since I’d seen someone who looked even remotely human, let alone someone pretty. “Don’t let,” she said urgently. “Don’t let. Bad thing happen soon. You okay now. You stay okay.” “I don’t understand.” “You stay wethead. Stay wethead and get off ship. Soon as can. Before bad thing.” “How am I supposed to get off the ship? We’re in

again.” I steadied myself against a bulkhead, as the floor bucked under us. “Then they’re all like that?” “Unless you know otherwise.” Zeal studied me with chilling suspicion. “Wait,” he said slowly. “This line of questioning . . . it wouldn’t be because you’ve seen her, would it?” “‘Her,’ Mister Zeal?” “You know who I mean. The other lobot. The tenth one. You’ve met her, haven’t you?” “I . . .” Zeal had the better of me. “I got lost. I bumped into her somewhere near the back of the ship.”

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