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The final in our series of holiday reading takes us into an apocalyptic future.
The third science fiction story in our collection of holiday reading.
Our second story in the holiday science fiction collection.
The first in the weekly science fiction stories we are publishing over the holidays.
It takes murder to get PK Sargent out of bed on a winter’s night.
The very rich buy licensed robot copies of their favourite celebrities. The rest of us make do with factory seconds.
A sci-fi thriller about terrorism, technology and cyber warfare.
The old man’s message was very clear – walk carefully! Do not disturb the tunnels!
The springs squeaked as Kat lay back, and a musty scent rose, like stale sex and dust, and she thought of Jess’s hair and the way it smelled.
The eigenball sailed above, a shimmering image-enhanced comet emitting a slipstream of sub-nuclear data.
I’ve converted space into time, torn a gap in the smooth surface of the light cone in Minkowski space and stitched the jagged edges together.
Paralysis and brain damage couldn’t stop Ned.
Driving used to be fun before machines took over the driving and a dirty licence plate was a punishable offence.
Some just stood watching, looking out to sea, looking off into the sky, waiting, tracking the world as if something truly were about to happen.
Crossgen orphans were the only ones able to survive in Europa’s freezing oceans, an environment which filtered but didn’t fully block out Jupiter’s radiation.