Lightspeed: Year One
Stephen King, John Joseph Adams
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Lightspeed: Year One compiles all the fiction published by the online science fiction magazine Lightspeed in its first year. Originally published stories include Nebula Award finalists Vylar Kaftan's "I'm Alive, I Love You, I'll See You in Reno" and Adam-Troy Castro's "Arvies" as well as Carrie Vaughn's Hugo Award-nominated "Amaryllis". Plus there are classic stories by Stephen King, Ursula K. Le Guin, George R. R. Martin, and more.
The popular, critically-acclaimed Lightspeed is edited by bestselling anthologist John Joseph Adams. Lightspeed publishes all types of science fiction, from near-future sociological soft sf to far-future star-spanning hard sf--and everything in between. Each month, Lightspeed features a mix of original and classic stories, from a variety of authors, showcasing the best new genre voices along with bestsellers, award-winners, fan favorites, and notable authors readers already know.
sparks. A comet. It crosses the forward hull of the ship, bathing the vessel in a cloud of scintillating motes. He reads the print display below the hologram. Radiation cloud. Unidentified in nature . . . A short-circuiting of the ship’s power grid, disabling the auto-drive. Severe turbulence resulting in damage to two CryoPod units. No shit. Communications permanently disabled. No messages going out or coming in. Not until the com techs on Dantus install a new stack of relays. Absolute
The trader’s hull split. A gangplank popped out like a tongue. A man strode down it behind three sampler androids and a guy built into treads that was surely the captain. He wore a beret with a clan symbol on it, anyway. One of the androids waved a sampler wand at him. Shapiro batted it away. He fell on his knees in front of the captain and embraced the treads which had replaced the captain’s dead legs. “The dunes . . . Rand . . . no water . . . alive . . . hypnotized him . . . dronehead world
simulacra of his women around, he maintained a connection to them, to the man he was when he had been with them, and thus committed a continuing emotional betrayal that was far worse than a momentary physical indiscretion. A pornographic image is a pure visual fantasy, but a simulacrum captures a state of mind, a dream. But whose dream? What I saw in his eyes that day was not sordid. It was too intimate. By keeping and replaying this old simulacrum of my childhood, he was dreaming himself into
slowly swiveled their heads at Eliot’s raised voice. He lowered it. “Listen to me. Please listen to me. The doctors want to do a procedure on you called Selective Memory Obliteration Neural Re-Routing. It will remove the memory of the . . . the incident from your mind. Only Aunt Sue—” “Where’s the pig?” Dr. Tremling said. Eliot rocked back and forth with frustration. “Even if Aunt Sue won’t sign the papers, if you can seem reasonably lucid—in compos mentis—then—” “I asked you to bring the
matters had been left to me. He is a slim elegant youth, high-spirited and shallow, a prancing fantastico with a taste for telling elaborate fanciful lies. And he is very young: only a single rebirth so far. Mayfly is on her fifth, as am I, and Velimyle claims three, which probably means four. Sembiran is Nikomastir’s native world, a place of grand valleys and lofty snow-capped mountains and beautiful meadows and thriving cities, where his father is a minor aristocrat of some sort. Or so