The universe is taunting me. Or if not the universe, at least Netflix. Friday night I turned on the TV, intending to find a movie to doz...

When the first bubble appeared, in Mx. Zarblat’s regurgitation chamber, it was the size of a fruit a human might call a melon. It lasted o...

I am a science fiction writer. I get paid to think about the future.   I do it a lot, have been doing it for decades, and have given a lot...

“Cyberpunk” has been much on my mind lately, or more accurately, in my face.  I’ve received the usual batch of fall semester queries from ...

TO:     ALL HANDS FROM:   S. Travis Brown         CEO, Auteurs sans Honte ni Fierté, Intl.         Hollywood, CA  90067 STATUS: URGENT! RE: ...

While Wilma took her seat and the other students clapped, the teacher let out a low, quiet sigh, seeing that Timothy was next to give his pr...

  The little cybernetic gadfly popped up as soon as I logged in.  “ Dave Miller ,” it dutifully nagged, “ you are now 15 minutes overdue fo...