Category: Science Fiction

Podcast Episode 37: The Last Great Repair Tech of the American Midwest

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We’re here again with the Reckoning Press Podcast. I’m Aaron Kling, Reckoning’s new audio editor, the reader and producer for today’s story. How’s it going, everyone? This time we have Ellis Nye’s “The Last Great Repair Tech of the American Midwest” as featured in Reckoning . . .

Podcast Episode 33: Where the Water Came From

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It’s time for the Reckoning Press podcast. I’m Aaron Kling, Reckoning’s new audio editor, once again reading and producing for today’s story. Hello, everyone. Today, we have Jeff Hewitt’s “Where the Water Came From”, as featured in Reckoning 8. This is a story about distance. From culture, . . .

Review: Another Life by Sarena Ulibarri. Stelliform Press, 2023.

Another Life by Sarena Ulibarri, solarpunk writer and editor, depicts an ecotopian community thriving through the climate crisis after the collapse of the current global economy. In dialogue with current trends in politics and environmentalism—as well as timeless themes like the weight of history over individuals, the conflict for power between . . .

Podcast Epsiode 31: The Donor

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Welcome back to the Reckoning Press podcast! It’s me, your erstwhile host and publisher, Michael J. DeLuca. We’ve had some exciting news here, which, in that frustrating way that seems unique to publishing, I don’t feel at liberty to share with you yet. But please check back in a month?

In the meantime, . . .

A Memory of the Future

“Mom? Why does this freeway have so many lanes?”

“Well Tom, remember when you were six, and the schools were all closed, and you did all your schoolwork as homework? And your teacher came on Zoom every day?”

“Er . . . yes?”

“Well . . . remember, before . . .

Night of No Return

Someone who’ll forgive me,” the ghost captain said.

Gilly wasn’t sure what kind of answer she’d been expecting. What was usual, for ghosts? What were they likely to be looking for?

Silent, she studied him. Her head came level with the middle of his chest, and his limbs were broad with muscle; her kind of ship called for a dancer’s lightness, and his for someone who . . .

Development

First, we made sure the world was devoid of sentient inhabitants.

Its turquoise skies grew greener (we thought) as summer waned.

On the wine-dark sand we drew diagrams and planted pennants:

a cultural center here, a spa or hotel there, on an imaginary beach.

At least one of the suns was always rising, and the light perfect

for filming, as if the planet were a vast, . . .

The Alice Grey

The spire grew from a tight mesh pushing out of the deep cracks of the street, converging into a pillar that loomed above the squat buildings, clipping one at the side. Alice circled high over the rising structure and the abandoned remnants of Krakow while her ship spit out the usual scans with a faint hum and stutter. This nanotech Grey was polite for such a big one, . . .

An Oasis of Amends

You should have seen this, Rowan.

From the observation platform on the converted oil rig, I watch the giant conveyor lift the chunks out of the ocean, see them climb to the coastal plain, see the freeway width of the belt disappear over the horizon, and feel like a Lego figurine in a life-sized industrial zone.

The solid wall of noise makes me sweat as much as the heat . . .

2222

“I like a boy.”

Julia silently pushed a button on a remote control lying in front of her on the table, on a pile of celebration stuff. A larger than life fir cone in the lightest corner of the room hissed out nine tentacles of unequal length. With a loud spat of suction cups, the treerootlike offshoots firmly attached themselves to the floor. The cone erected and started . . .