Andy Dudak is a writer and translator of science fiction. His original stories have appeared in Analog, Apex, Clarkesworld, Daily Science Fiction, Interzone, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Rich Horton’s Year’s Best, and elsewhere. He’s translated many stories for Clarkesworld, and a novel by Liu Cixin, among other things. In his spare time he likes to binge-watch peak television and eat Hui Muslim style cold sesame noodles.


Andy Dudak has the following works available at Clarkesworld:

The Wings of Earth

FICTION by Jiang Bo, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 139 – April 2018

“Your turn, Xiaoyu!” Max said, looking back with the hint of a grin. Jiang Xiaoyu didn’t move. “Time to ratchet things up a notch.” Max didn’t seem to have noticed Xiaoyu’s trepidation. “We can’t let your trip be in vain. Now then, down on Earth, you might try to jump the last three steps of […]

The Lighthouse Girl

FICTION by Baoshu, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 136 – January 2018

March 12, 2027 My name is Ling Rourou . . . right Papa? Yes, I am Ling Rourou. Today I am seven years old. Papa’s name is Ling Dong. He gave me this mini laptop as my birthday present. Papa says all I have to do is open it and speak into it, and everything I say will […]

An Age of Ice

FICTION by Zhang Ran, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 130 – July 2017

1 Feng Su had always been an open-minded person. Regarding age, for instance: she felt it was just a number for medical records. It didn’t signify who you must look up to or down upon, and it wasn’t a reason for intimacy or estrangement. She had never played the age card with her daughter, never […]

Fool's Cap

FICTION by Andy Dudak in Issue 129 – June 2017

1 Beadith stood on the beach and watched her shuttle burn for orbit, then blossom white and fall smoking from the sky. She felt she’d seen this before, wondered at it before, and when the concussion shoved her back, slipping on the rocks, this also seemed familiar. But the moment of déjà vu passed. The […]

An Account of the Sky Whales

FICTION by A Que, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 129 – June 2017

An in-flight announcement woke me as the ship entered Goliath’s atmosphere in the dead of night. I opened the window shade and was bathed in cool moonglow, which caused the middle-aged woman dozing next to me to stir briefly. I got closer to the window and looked down. A sprawling expanse of cloud layers, like […]

Rain Ship

FICTION by Chi Hui, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 125 – February 2017

0 The funeral was as simple as I expected. Visitors passed by the coffin one by one. The cold moss-light was centered on the coffin’s translucent lid. Under the dim lighting, Abani’s face seemed once more full and round. Her final hours had been painful, but fortunately—for all of us—she hadn’t held out too long. […]

Painter of Stars

FICTION by Wang Yuan, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 123 – December 2016

1. Deepening Dusk I stood by the window, gazing through fire-resistant glass at the falling locus of the sun. The long sentence of the day was about to reach its period. For three days I had understood time in a new way, abandoning the traditional hour, minute, and second hands of the clock, conceiving an […]

Western Heaven

FICTION by Chen Hongyu, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 122 – November 2016

“I’m sorry for being born human.” —Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human 1 The setting sun cut through the gray haze, illuminating the northern plain, and the local robots had suspended their work. They were lined up in a dense phalanx, quiet and still as they sunbathed. Today was a rare sunny day after months of […]


FICTION by Andy Dudak in Issue 105 – June 2015

The cadets stand at attention for their passing-out ceremony, a random sample of the motley gamut of branched sapiens, and Nuhane is the smallest by far—but he adds his voice to their oath with towering conviction: “We swear to uphold the Einsteinian limit! We vow to impose relativistic lockdown when a debt is owed to […]

Tachy Psyche

FICTION by Andy Dudak in Issue 80 – May 2013

The woman who means to kill Wang Zhe is, like the rest of the universe, apparently frozen, though actually in glacial motion. He has studied the scene for subjective years: the sculpture of her flowing cloak, the mask of her smart grease paint, the beginning of channel through that paint at the corner of her […]
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