This Medical SF themed issue features fiction from the Czech Republic, the Philippines, Germany, China, and USA.
There is no Science Fiction without Medical Science Fiction. It is not a subgenre; it is the very foundation. Intrinsic. Endemic.
Our beloved genre was born like Athena from the head of Mary Shelley. Victor Frankenstein’s Promethean act of creation, and then neglect, of an intelligent and sensitive person is a narrative examination of ethics in science, still relevant two hundred years later....
“Is our baby going to be okay?”
The tiny human being was almost lost under the monitors
and cannulas fastened to her reddened skin with hypoallergenic adhesive tape.
One tube went into the mouth, another into the nose. Was she going to be
okay?...
Joanne felt hope drain out of her eight hours into the traffic jam.
Granted she was asleep the whole time, but the sight of the exact same tree
with the lightning-burnt bark, which Joanne had stared at an equivalent of an
entire workday ago, was panic-inducing....
They told us we
would be heroes.
Sounds like a
lie, doesn’t it? Sounds like hitting a dented, cracked shell to see if deep
inside a pinpoint of light might flicker on.
We worked just
as well in the dark, but the Plowshares Decommission Initiative kept searching
for high-profile jobs to win over the public, and when I signed up for their
pilot program for nurses, I had hoped to do my part....
A Review of Twice Upon A Time (Netflix, December 2019)
Twice Upon A Time is, of course, a time-travel story. It has been the title of at least three movies: one an animated film by George Lucas from 1983, another a non-time travel movie–and a 2017 Dr....
Like
every person who ever contemplated existence, I’ve wondered if the world was made
for me—whole and new—this very morning, along with counterfeit memories of what
came before.
Recollection
is unreliable, as are the records we inherit each day. Even those we made the
night before—our jotted notes or formal reports, our memorials carved deep in
stone—even they might have been concocted, along with memories of breakfast, by
some deity or demon....
One
I massaged my temples, and looked sideways out the window at
the mass of gray buildings. From here on the 28th floor, the ground was
invisible. The only green was a few plants dangling out of a window across the
way....
This Medical SF themed issue features fiction from the Czech Republic, the Philippines, Germany, China, and USA.
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There is no Science Fiction without Medical Science Fiction. It is not a subgenre; it is the very foundation. Intrinsic. Endemic.
Our beloved genre was born like Athena from the head of Mary Shelley. Victor Frankenstein’s Promethean act of creation, and then neglect, of an intelligent and sensitive person is a narrative examination of ethics in science, still relevant two hundred years later....
“Is our baby going to be okay?”
The tiny human being was almost lost under the monitors
and cannulas fastened to her reddened skin with hypoallergenic adhesive tape.
One tube went into the mouth, another into the nose. Was she going to be
okay?...
Joanne felt hope drain out of her eight hours into the traffic jam.
Granted she was asleep the whole time, but the sight of the exact same tree
with the lightning-burnt bark, which Joanne had stared at an equivalent of an
entire workday ago, was panic-inducing....
They told us we
would be heroes.
Sounds like a
lie, doesn’t it? Sounds like hitting a dented, cracked shell to see if deep
inside a pinpoint of light might flicker on.
We worked just
as well in the dark, but the Plowshares Decommission Initiative kept searching
for high-profile jobs to win over the public, and when I signed up for their
pilot program for nurses, I had hoped to do my part....
A Review of Twice Upon A Time (Netflix, December 2019)
Twice Upon A Time is, of course, a time-travel story. It has been the title of at least three movies: one an animated film by George Lucas from 1983, another a non-time travel movie–and a 2017 Dr....
Like
every person who ever contemplated existence, I’ve wondered if the world was made
for me—whole and new—this very morning, along with counterfeit memories of what
came before.
Recollection
is unreliable, as are the records we inherit each day. Even those we made the
night before—our jotted notes or formal reports, our memorials carved deep in
stone—even they might have been concocted, along with memories of breakfast, by
some deity or demon....
One
I massaged my temples, and looked sideways out the window at
the mass of gray buildings. From here on the 28th floor, the ground was
invisible. The only green was a few plants dangling out of a window across the
way....
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