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January 2015 ISSUE

An Exile of the Heart

Our seventh podcast for January is “An Exile of the Heart” written by Jay Lake and read by Alasdair Stuart.

 
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January 2015 ISSUE

An Exile of the Heart

What do you want, you little handgrips? I ain’t told you enough stories yet? There’s school enough in the comps and nets to make you all perfessers of some damned thing or another.
But yeah. You’re right. History’s a lie. Well, maybe not so much a lie as one or another person’s way of looking at [...]

February 2010 ISSUE

Torquing Vacuum

Spanich had been up three shifts straight working on a drive alignment issue aboard ICV Mare Imbrium {13 pairs}. She was a charter — a rare thing, in a starship, which signified pockets deeper than planetary budgets — and the passengers reportedly wanted to lift out, but her pilot wasn’t lighting [...]

February 2010 ISSUE

Torquing Vacuum

The first half of this month’s audio fiction is “Torquing Vacuum” written Jay Lake and read by Kate Baker.

 
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March 2008 ISSUE

The Sky that Wraps the World Round, Past the Blue and Into the Black

I believe that all things eventually come to rest. Even light, though that’s not what they tell you in school. How do scientists know? A billion billion years from now, even General Relativity might have been demoted to a mere Captain. Photons will sit around in little clusters of massless charge, bumping against one another [...]

February 2007 ISSUE

Chewing Up the Innocent

Ariadne’s a beautiful kid, you know what I mean? The kind of child that people stop and look at when we walk down the street, her little hand in mine. The Daddy hand, the cross-the-street hand, the I’m-worried hand that drops away the moment there’s a swing to be swung on or kids with jump [...]