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Kaityn Falk loves the dark phase of the moon. Itā€™s quiet. Soothing. Insulated in their spacesuit, comm dimmed, Kaityn sits in the rover and watches the sky. Here on Io 7, a newly discovered satellite in retrograde orbit around a dwarf planet the size of Pluto, they are the only living human in Everything Under Heaven - Uncanny Magazine
Kaityn Falk loves the dark phase of the moon. Itā€™s quiet. Soothing. Insulated in their spacesuit, comm dimmed, Kaityn sits in the rover and watches the sky. Here on Io 7, a newly discovered satellite in retrograde orbit around a dwarf planet the size of Pluto, they are the only living human in Everything Under Heaven - Uncanny Magazine
ā€œSo youā€™re a chef,ā€ the huntress said, after sheā€™d saved the day, ā€œand youā€™re out here to hunt and cook a dragon?ā€ ā€œYes?ā€ Kee picked leaves off her muddied pants, a futile gesture. The huntress stared at her with a slight frown. She was compact, shaved hairless, brown-skinned, and wore Easterner boiled leather armour, dotted ā€¦
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Kaityn Falk loves the dark phase of the moon. Itā€™s quiet. Soothing. Insulated in their spacesuit, comm dimmed, Kaityn sits in the rover and watches the sky. Here on Io 7, a newly discovered satellite in retrograde orbit around a dwarf planet the size of Pluto, they are the only living human in Everything Under Heaven - Uncanny Magazine
There was a land of elven halls and hollows, of fairy mounds and great cathedrals underground. Hapless mortals went in and danced until their feet gave out, and sometimes they came out again. But far beyond the merriment and the music and the trapped mortals, there was a campfire, and around itThe Frequency of Compassion - Uncanny Magazine
There was a land of elven halls and hollows, of fairy mounds and great cathedrals underground. Hapless mortals went in and danced until their feet gave out, and sometimes they came out again. But far beyond the merriment and the music and the trapped mortals, there was a campfire, and around itThe Frequency of Compassion - Uncanny Magazine
Kaityn Falk loves the dark phase of the moon. Itā€™s quiet. Soothing. Insulated in their spacesuit, comm dimmed, Kaityn sits in the rover and watches the sky. Here on Io 7, a newly discovered satellite in retrograde orbit around a dwarf planet the size of Pluto, they are the only living human in several thousand lightyears. ā€¦
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There was a land of elven halls and hollows, of fairy mounds and great cathedrals underground. Hapless mortals went in and danced until their feet gave out, and sometimes they came out again. But far beyond the merriment and the music and the trapped mortals, there was a campfire, and around itThe Frequency of Compassion - Uncanny Magazine
I wanted to tell you, in case opportunity absents itself forever, that it doesnā€™t matter. That your magic is algorithmic, that mine is an abstraction of reality. That yours demands cartographic soliloquies, every verse a phrase and a phase of mathematics and momentum, every word you speak a parThere and Back Again - Uncanny Magazine (non-fiction)
I wanted to tell you, in case opportunity absents itself forever, that it doesnā€™t matter. That your magic is algorithmic, that mine is an abstraction of reality. That yours demands cartographic soliloquies, every verse a phrase and a phase of mathematics and momentum, every word you speak a parThere and Back Again - Uncanny Magazine (non-fiction)
One does not simply walk into Mordor. We all know this, everyone knows this. The road to Mount Doom is treacherous. Every step brings confusion and terror. And yet we pretend it is so, that one can walk in, and can then walk out again, unchanged. It starts so simply, so small. You find a ā€¦
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I wanted to tell you, in case opportunity absents itself forever, that it doesnā€™t matter. That your magic is algorithmic, that mine is an abstraction of reality. That yours demands cartographic soliloquies, every verse a phrase and a phase of mathematics and momentum, every word you speak a parThere and Back Again - Uncanny Magazine (non-fiction)
It is January 18th. At 16:25:15, Senior Engineer Robert Brandt asks me to sit on a lab bench inside Examination Room 2 and ā€œget comfortable.ā€ I do not understand how to comply. The sensors implanted in my titanium casing, which covers my organic torso and legs, are not calibrated to sense minutMonologue by an unnamed mage, recorded at the brink of the end - Uncanny Magazine
It is January 18th. At 16:25:15, Senior Engineer Robert Brandt asks me to sit on a lab bench inside Examination Room 2 and ā€œget comfortable.ā€ I do not understand how to comply. The sensors implanted in my titanium casing, which covers my organic torso and legs, are not calibrated to sense minutMonologue by an unnamed mage, recorded at the brink of the end - Uncanny Magazine
I wanted to tell you, in case opportunity absents itself forever, that it doesnā€™t matter. That your magic is algorithmic, that mine is an abstraction of reality. That yours demands cartographic soliloquies, every verse a phrase and a phase of mathematics and momentum, every word you speak a part of the map, and you build ā€¦
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It is January 18th. At 16:25:15, Senior Engineer Robert Brandt asks me to sit on a lab bench inside Examination Room 2 and ā€œget comfortable.ā€ I do not understand how to comply. The sensors implanted in my titanium casing, which covers my organic torso and legs, are not calibrated to sense minutMonologue by an unnamed mage, recorded at the brink of the end - Uncanny Magazine
My Name Is Cybernetic Model XR389F, and I Am Beautiful
My Name Is Cybernetic Model XR389F, and I Am Beautiful
It is January 18th. At 16:25:15, Senior Engineer Robert Brandt asks me to sit on a lab bench inside Examination Room 2 and ā€œget comfortable.ā€ I do not understand how to comply. The sensors implanted in my titanium casing, which covers my organic torso and legs, are not calibrated to sense minute changes in pressure; ā€¦
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My Name Is Cybernetic Model XR389F, and I Am Beautiful
Abigail Dreams of Weather - Uncanny Magazine
Abigail Dreams of Weather - Uncanny Magazine
Everything is broken. The screen that takes up one entire wall of the play area is broken, cracked from corner to corner. Thereā€™s nothing usable in the games and toys cupboard, which is piled high with neatly stacked boxes full of mismatched parts aā€¦
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Abigail Dreams of Weather - Uncanny Magazine
Disconnect - Uncanny Magazine
Disconnect - Uncanny Magazine
Even in her dreams, Izze always felt pulled in too many directions. ā€œThatā€™s not the problem. All the tests have said itā€™s electromagnetic, or the Big Heat of ā€˜37, or genetics, or all of the above. Or none of the above. One said ā€˜anxiety,ā€™ but screw ā€¦
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Disconnect - Uncanny Magazine
Listen - Uncanny Magazine
Listen - Uncanny Magazine
Mika only visited Aino Korhonen ahead of time because he was in an upward swing. He had awoken with a longing to see people, talk to them, to be surrounded by life. All the interesting markets and people were up the spokes, so thatā€™s where he went. ā€¦
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The Stars Above - Uncanny Magazine
The Stars Above - Uncanny Magazine
Under cover of night, our village moves across the steppe. Aliya leads the way. Her whistle is high and in harmony with the wind, so an untrained ear would ignore the sound. But we, the hushed and listening herd, heed the falconerā€™s call for what itā€¦
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The Stars Above - Uncanny Magazine
And Then There Were (N-One) - Uncanny Magazine
And Then There Were (N-One) - Uncanny Magazine
I considered declining the invitation. It was too weird, too expensive, too far, too dangerous, too weird. Way too weird. An invitation like that would never come again. Iā€™d regret it if I didnā€™t go. It lay on our kitchen table for three weeks while I argued out the pros and cons with Mabel. She ā€¦
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Conservation Laws - Uncanny Magazine
Conservation Laws - Uncanny Magazine
I met Gyanendra Sahai for the first time in the bowels of the Lunar Geological Institute, in front of a display case containing an old-fashioned, heavy-built moonsuit. There was a large crack along one side of the suit and a rust-coloured discolouration along the opening. I was thinking about the pre-colonization days of moon exploration ā€¦
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Conservation Laws - Uncanny Magazine
Learning to See Dragons - Uncanny Magazine
Learning to See Dragons - Uncanny Magazine
The spring she was thirteen, Annie taught herself to see dragons. She sat by the window in the hospital and looked out at the soft, strange Smoky Mountains, and the spreading gossamer haze that rose off them, and the white rucked clouds above. ā€œI thought the old dragon was too mean to die,ā€ her father ā€¦
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Learning to See Dragons - Uncanny Magazine
Pipecleaner Sculptures and Other Necessary Work - Uncanny Magazine
Pipecleaner Sculptures and Other Necessary Work - Uncanny Magazine
ā€œGoodbye!ā€ ā€œBye, Miss Ninah!ā€ ā€œGoodbye, goodbye!ā€ Ninah stood at the door, watching the kids head off to their parents in other parts of the ship. When the last one had vanished, she wheeled back into the classroom, ready for the bittersweet weekly ritual of taking down the art projects. The preschool classroom was small, carved ā€¦
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Pipecleaner Sculptures and Other Necessary Work - Uncanny Magazine