I was just trying to boxtroll that asshole into quitting, like I’d gotten the two guys before him to do. I swear I wasn’t trying to get him all dead and shit. It wasn’t my box that did it. But I guess all drone-related crimes fall under federal jurisdiction, and when a civvie octocopter box put a bullet in Jonathan Sandelson’s front left tire and sent him careening into the ocean and the afterlife, the feds assumed it was me.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Margaret Killjoy's “The Fortunate Death of Jonathan Sandelson.”
“It's a long way to Thrace,” Tereus says, as if he can read my mind, as if he knows what this is like: to be away from home for the first time, to see again my sister, his wife, after all this time, to meet their child. And then he smiles, because, for him, this is a victory trip.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Natalia Theodoridou's “The Names of Women.”
I look forward to reading more works of science fiction, especially space westerns, that can envision a future where tools of death, regardless of their shape or function, are not considered indicative of the “advanced” state of a culture.
That inkblot bruise on your belly—it bloomed like a dying star.
If you insist upon leaving / set your affairs in order first.
Worthless to waste grief / on ancient tragedies.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents the poetry from the Fund Drive Special of 2018.
