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“If my khui resonates for someone else? I will not let it.” He grins, utterly confident. “My heart is for you and you alone.” “That’s not how it works, Aehako.” “That is how it will work for me,” he says, ever stubborn. “And if your khui should resonate for another, I will send you to his arms with gladness for your happiness.”

“Human men give the woman they want to mate a very special gift.” “Oh?” He sits up taller. I nod authoritatively. “A replica of his penis made out of leather or wood, or bone. So she can try him out and see if she likes what he brings to the table.” You’re welcome, Kira. Instead of looking shocked, Aehako ponders this. “I do have a nice cock.”

“Fleshers used to spin fantasies about aliens arriving to ‘conquer’ Earth, to steal their ‘precious’ physical resources, to wipe them out for fear of ‘competition’…as if a species capable of making the journey wouldn’t have had the power, or the wit, or the imagination, to rid itself of obsolete biological imperatives. Conquering the Galaxy is what bacteria with spaceships would do – knowing no better, having no choice.”

“I grew up fascinated by such concepts as the Vulcan mind meld, and sometimes thinking about how a mere human could one day transition to the planetary consciousness by fusing his or her mind with other minds. It turned out that future is way more fully loaded with options than I have ever thought possible. Thanks to exponential techno-advances, science fiction turns into science fact, every single day.”

“A Martian Midsummer Night's Dream by Stewart Stafford On Mars's pristine ruddy hue, we tread, Above, stars as adamantine algae spread. Phobos and Deimos, twin moons fair, Primeval river beds form a spidery lair. Dust storms tower above dried-up seas, A vast red alien desert, shorn of trees. Oberon and Titania's gamesmanship spite, Quarrel deep in the Martian summer night. Puckish antics stir starry lovers' hearts true, As spells and dreams on tangled paths pursue. On Olympus Mons, Vulcan gods watch and scheme, Echoes of old wars fuelling plans extreme; A Wellsian tome of the tripod Martian foe, Of invasive seeds, spread to Earth to sow. In Valles Marineris, where canyons stretch away, Dead of night gives birth to coppery day. A frontier vision, both opaque and diamond clear, Magical flights of fancy on an untamed sphere. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“At first, she bucked like a wild stag beneath me, and she tried to scream, but the pillow did a good job of muffling her voice.  Before long, the bucking stopped, and my wife’s corpse, blue without oxygen, appeared below me like a hideous phantom.”

“The orderly brandished a hunting knife from a sheath at his waist and sliced open the prisoner’s throat with it.  Warm blood cascaded out of the prisoner’s throat, some of it spraying the captain’s uniform.  The orderly waited for the prisoner to bleed to death before cutting the head clean off.  Within a few minutes, the muscle that the prisoner built on his body was carved out and thrown on the grill.  After the meat cooled, the orderly put the human steaks in front of the captain for dinner.  As the captain ate each buttery piece, he couldn’t help but compliment the orderly for a job well-done.”

“Once upon a time, the Heart of the Forest broke in two. And the two halves disappeared into the mortal world of the humans, bringing destruction and devastation with them. The husk that was left behind, the Heartless, poisoned the ground where it fell, and now Faery knows only war. But the war was over now. Everything was supposed to go back to normal, or so Here thought. He often thought it inconvenient that he wasn't alive before the war. He didn't have the proper image of what normal was. He blamed his harpy mother for that, but never out loud. Only in the safety of his own head.--The Harpy's Son”

“La porte s’est ouverte tout de suite et est allée co - gner contre le mur. J’ai perçu un claquement, comme le bruit d’une paume ouverte rencontrant une eau boueuse, et la masse qui ne pouvait pas me ressembler s’est affaissée sur mon abdomen en même temps que l’humeur visqueuse m’entraînait à deux doigts de l’asphyxie. Puis un bruit sec a chassé la chose gisant en travers de moi, et celle-ci a atterri mollement au pied d’un paravent qui divisait mon appartement. Jan s’est éloigné du lit pour pousser du pied la masse presque humanoïde et a hoché la tête. J’ai eu une quinte de toux et j’ai recraché une substance peu ragoûtante. Il est venu près de moi, a détaché l’un de mes poignets pour que je m’appuie contre lui et il m’a frotté le dos en essuyant mon menton avec un coin de la couverture. Il n’a pas eu de mouvement de recul devant le bouillon visqueux qui se collait à lui. Je n’ai pas crié « Mon héros ! », mais, abandonnant tout orgueil, je me suis laissée aller dans ses bras à ma terreur rétrospective. « Nous te guérirons, disait-il, nous trouverons un moyen de venir à bout du LX-200. Fais-moi confiance, je ne suis pas ton ennemi. »”

“What’s your business, Sir?” “Jus’ call me Gord. Labour relations.” “What’s that?” “I’m a broker, kid. Middlemen need workers an’ wagons t’ bring their recyclings south. I’m the one who supplies ‘em.” “Where are they now?” “Over there, you can just see the wagons under the tubes. The men sleep under ‘em.” “They’re shackled.” “Yup.” “Prisoners?” “Nope. Indentured labour.”

“In Hamilton's The Universe Wreckers... it was in that novel that, for the first time, I learned Neptune had a satellite named Triton... It was from The Drums of Tapajos that I first learned there was a Mato Grosso area in the Amazon basin. It was from The Black Star Passes and other stories by John W. Campbell that I first heard of relativity. The pleasure of reading about such things in the dramatic and fascinating form of science fiction gave me a push toward science that was irresistible. It was science fiction that made me want to be a scientist strongly enough to eventually make me one. That is not to say that science fiction stories can be completely trusted as a source of specific knowledge... However, the misguidings of science fiction can be unlearned. Sometimes the unlearning process is not easy, but it is a low price to pay for the gift of fascination over science.”

“Good,” said the First Speaker. “And tell me, what do you think of all this. A finished work of art, is it not?” “Definitely!” “Wrong! It is not.” This, with sharpness. “It is the first lesson you must unlearn. The Seldon Plan is neither complete nor correct. Instead, it is merely the best that could be done at the time. Over a dozen generations of men have pored over these equations, worked at them, taken them apart to the last decimal place, and put them together again. They’ve done more than that. They’ve watched nearly four hundred years pass and against the predictions and equations, they’ve checked reality, and they have learned.”