Nonfiction
Vulcanize, Wookify, and Alienate Yourself
If aliens were to step off the screen and into the real world, they’d see nothing more than crude imitations: papier-mâché and facial putty. But it doesn’t have to be that way.
If aliens were to step off the screen and into the real world, they’d see nothing more than crude imitations: papier-mâché and facial putty. But it doesn’t have to be that way.
I’m fascinated by unorthodox sexuality and the changes we put ourselves through for our loved ones. So I wanted to write about a guy dating aliens, which leads to the question, “Why would aliens want to date a human?”
Grzegorz Rutkowski is a Polish artist specializing in concept art. He brings his own flair for the dark and fantastic to his work, and in the following artist spotlight, explains a little about his personal taste. What do you enjoy the most about concept art? What does it achieve, where other kinds of art cannot […]
Welcome to issue sixteen of Lightspeed! Here’s what we’ve got on tap this month … Fiction: “Join” by Liz Coleman, “Bubbles” by David Brin, “Thief of Futures” by D. Thomas Minton, “The Island of the Immortals” by Ursula K. Le Guin. Nonfiction: “Vulcanize, Wookify, and Alienate Yourself” by Esther Inglis-Arkell, “The Lonely Universe” by Dr. Pamela Gay, “Feature Interview: Lois McMaster Bujold” by Jeff Lester, “Immortals That Show Us That Death Is The Best Option” by Shaenon Garrity.
I really like the idea of writing myself as this incredibly self-involved bombastic superhero with a robot butler in the most florid prose possible because it’s just enormous fun to be bad on purpose.
A.I. has been a very real thing in the world for more than a century. A.I.s have made for skilled chess players, therapists, and the most curiously compelling week of Jeopardy! ever broadcast.
My guess is that most people who have held down a day job in a corporate atmosphere will recognize something of Mori with very little trouble.
When we think of “amnesia,” we think of the classic soap opera example. A character endures some sort of emotionally traumatizing situation or blow to the head.
I didn’t want to do any medical research, either, in case my idea of losing all your memories when you went to sleep turned out not to be possible. Turns out it is possible, which is a relief.
After all, they come to us. We barely have the means to leave low-Earth orbit, but these would-be conquerors have traveled light years with the express purpose of pressing us into human-flavored cider.