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Two hundred ships moved through the stars, leaving an iridescent trail of transmission beacons in their wake. Five billion kilometers long, the beacons stretched all the way to Earth, a desiccated and shaken planet that the passengers once called home. Sometimes simple messages from the ships arrived in the data. After a long time, images came and---after an even longer time---clips of the passengers going about their lives. But the vast distances meant these clips were rare. Normally an image arriving on Earth was cause for celebration, because it meant the crew was still alive, or at leas...

A Modern Magician By Olaf Stapledon THEY CONFRONTED EACH OTHER ACROSS A TEA TABLE in a cottage garde...

East is West By Olaf Stapledon I LEFT MY LODGINGS IN WEST KIRBY IN THE MIDDLE OF the morning and wal...

In the Stacks Sunny Moraine There could have been better places to do it. I knew that. Sure. I know ...

by Sunny Moraine The problem wasn’t the air. They had expected it to be the air, until the first atm...

This is the .PDF version of Cory Doctorow's With a Little Help collection of short story. With a Little Help is also an experiment in self-publishing and...