Analog Science Fiction and Fact (December 2010)
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Published since 1930, Analog Science Fiction and Fact is one of the most enduring and popular magazines of science fiction. Its editorial emphasis is on realistic stories that reflect high standards of scientific accuracy, imagination, and lively articles about current research on the frontiers of real science. A recurrent theme in both fiction and provocative opinion columns is the human impact of science and technology.
The December issue again offers an unusual combination of a story and a closely associated fact article. The story is Shane Tourtellotte’s “The Man from Downstream,” about a time traveler who does what he does for an unusual reason, and then faces an unexpected challenge about what to do next. The fact article is Tourtellotte’s “Tips for the Budget Time-Traveler,” which takes a quantitative look at some of the very practical problems such a traveler would inevitably face.
Also a couple of stories that are parts of series —Christopher L. Bennett’s “Home Is Where the Hub Is,” and Brian C. Coad’s “A Placebo Effect,” in which long-suffering patent attorney Wally Mason is temporarily coaxed out of retirement—as well as some that aren’t. One of those, H. G. Stratmann’s “Primum Non Nocere,” could easily be considered a seasonal special, in a sneaky sort of way—though it could also be considered several other things, too.
it isn’t, by any stretch of the imagination, euthanasia. The Greek prefix “eu-” means “good”; “euthanasia” is sometimes called mercy killing and is considered good in the sense that its intent is to cause a relatively painless death as a preferable alternative to a life that has become one of hopeless suffering because of incurable illness or injury. In our culture it is widely accepted as a merciful thing to do to domestic animals under some circumstances (though many still find it unthinkable
of bribery as Mister Gamrios, it should be easy enough. And I personally will be happy to see to the needs of any Ziovris who fall victim to whatever social upheavals may result in the meantime.” His mane trembled with his excitement. “That will more than make up for my last visit here,” he told Nashira. “I knew the Universe would make amends for that little embarrassment in time.” Relniv had mercifully ignored that last part, squeezing her eyes shut as she wrestled with her conscience. Finally
bulk. Also, you want something you can convert easily into money or property. A hundred-dollar bill is legal tender today, but you’ll have trouble spending it at the local kids’ lemonade stand. And no matter how valuable your “Sunflowers” by van Gogh is, the faster you need to sell it, the smaller the fraction of its worth you’ll get. Similar troubles will arise if you try to conduct business in the past with a ten-pound gold ingot or a five-carat emerald. So we have a concise set of rules. We
mine at the edge of town, as close to the cliff as the town council would let me. Mornings, as dawn split the sky open, I sat and watched the fading moons and the greening grass below. The hebras returned, sleeping on the plain, two watch beasts circling the sleepers restlessly, heads way up. I was pretty sure they traded off watches just like we did, and for the same reason. It made me feel kindred. One morning when the grass was knee-high to a human and the first spindly-legged baby hebras
into my humble abode. (Tony words—remember?) I settled them in a living room nook with a coffee table. They refused drinks, or rather, Jeremy did. “We have too much work to do, Mr. Mason.” “Wally,” Hank said. “Wally, then,” Jeremy said. “Wally,” Hank said, “You’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest and put us in a pretty precarious situation.” “Not that we blame you,” Jeremy said. “We don’t suppose you knew what you were doing.” “Nevertheless,” Hank said, “the trouble you’ve started between India