(Editor’s note: The following story is a sequel to “Mutant XX Embryo“.) There is no visible light in the horizontal passage that stretches away toward the harbor underground. Two pirates left several minutes ago in search of a way out. Silence is growing to a ringing in the ears of the rocket-van crash survivors, who ...
“See what I mean, Master Gorean?” My diminutive guide pointed to me and shook his head, briefly revealing pointed ears as his long black hair swung to the side. “Danek does not even know who you are — his own father!” I looked over at my supposed father again. No. Right age, but my dad wasn’t ...
Tomorrow, the System Defender, Captain White, fell on his ass in humiliating circumstances. Here is how it will happened. Exactly somewhere between Mercury and Pluto, which is to say perfectly and imprecisely in the center of the edge of the system, his trirem, Remember the Argo, finally will overtake the Cymbal of Evil, flagship of ...
The driverless cars Cruise past see-through offices to ownerless homes * About the author: Andrew G. McCann edits Planet Magazine. About the artist: Romeo Esparrago does not edit Planet Magazine.
“Tell me again about when I was born,” he said. “Which time, my prince?” Yes, oh which time, little brother, she thought, though she knew. She had knitting in a basket in her lap but the King was absent from court and so his son had none but his sister for company, and his sister ...
What do I want Escape from this chaotic environment for the inherent inconvenience, the consequent struggle through which bores and repels me. Would that I could upload my mental profile into some cyberspace medium, that my biographical self, the consciousness of which, might be recreated in the process of some future AI entity’s scrolling of past ...
Call them the Medusans. A billion years ago they ruled the galaxy, end to end and completely. Many artifacts, such as planetary outposts and derelict spaceships, are still being discovered, but the Medusans themselves are gone. Nothing remains but ruins, and in very rare cases, barely functioning and enigmatic machinery. Almost nothing is known about ...
A man wearing a black wool cap and an overcoat slips through the narrow opening at the gate of a chain-link fence. He ducks into the shadow of a building. The dumpster beside him — labeled Geneticorp Laboratories, BIOHAZARD — exudes a rancid chemical odor that stings his nose. He looks up at the sky ...