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The thing that appeals to me about SF is that to a large extent it allows you to be self-indulgent, and to give expression to your fantasies, which is very rewarding.
The thing that appeals to me about SF is that to a large extent it allows you to be self-indulgent, and to give expression to your fantasies, which is very rewarding.
Welcome to issue eleven of Lightspeed! On tap this month… Fiction: “All That Touches the Air” by An Owomoyela, “Maneki Neko” by Bruce Sterling,”Mama, We are Zhenya, Your Son” by Tom Crosshill, “Velvet Fields” by Anne McCaffrey. Nonfiction: “Parasitic Puppetmasters” by Wendy Wagner, “TANSTAAFL: There Ain’t No Such Thing as a Free Lunch” by Jeff Lester, “The Many Worlds Interpretation Theory: Having Your Cake and Eating it Two, and Three, and Four…” by Brad Deutsch, “Feature Interview: Elizabeth Bear” by Erin Stocks.
Ah, immortality: the ever-elusive dream of both utopians and transhumanists. To us, death is a necessary evil, but to many organisms, plants and fungi that form clonal colonies, it’s but a technicality.
Memory is suspect, but I did suffer the image of a woman leaving a room and then not returning for a great long while. I think I was watching TV. Maybe something on the screen triggered the image.
Battlefield robots are armed, intelligent, and poised to change the face of modern warfare. At least, that’s what the pundits have been repeating for the last decade.
The current situation in Nigeria is highly volatile. There are militants in the delta region who are kidnapping and sometimes killing oil workers, they are blowing up pipelines and assassinating officials. This kind of situation cannot last long. Change is inevitable.
Science fiction certainly encourages the asking of the big questions: Who are we, what makes us human, what is our purpose, what is our destiny.
Exploring our cosmic context is a major purpose of SF, I’d say. But in fiction you do need to find an intimate human story to tell!
“Highrises” was created as an illustration to accompany a Ray Bradbury article regarding the future of Space Exploration and appeared in a seemingly uncanny place for science fiction in 2000, Playboy Magazine.
Ever since humanity has been able to launch projectiles into space, a major priority has been to communicate with any alien life forms that might come across this space detritus and wonder who shot a space probe right into their upper atmosphere.