(Pictures from here and here.) I have this nasty habit of bringing up Philip K Dick in any SF conversation with the slightest pretext. Other people like Heinlein or Asimov or Bacigalupi—which I do as well. Don’t get me wrong. … Continue reading
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The Pure Cold Light by Gregory Frost Heffernan would never appreciate that magnetism was what killed him. The alarm klaxon honked twice in the tiny lunar shack, so loud that he fumbled his coffee cup and seared a stripe across … Continue reading