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Asimov's First Digital Anthology
Welcome. Please come in. Enter some futures. Feel free to pull up a chair and sit down with these fantastic stories from Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine. No two of these futures is the same. Yet, while the characters cope with presents that are removed from our own to varying degrees, the dilemmas they face are never removed from the joys and terrors of the human condition. Many of these stories are… Read more.
Jay Lake, the author of Asimov's October/November 2012 cover story, "The Stars Do Not Lie," is suffering from metastatic cancer of the colon, lung, and liver. Although Jay is now undergoing a fourth round of chemotherapy, the outlook does not seem very optimistic. Some of his friends have put together a fundraiser to collect money for a whole genome sequencing for Jay. This new technology offers a slim hope that it will uncover a "treatment path that Jay's doctors may not have considered." At the very least, Jay's sequence may "make a substantive contribution to science and the new field of clinical whole genome sequencing." We've provided a link to the fundraiser for anyone wishing to learn more about it or interested in making a donation. Jay Lake Fundraiser Sheila Williams
The corpses fell from the interior of the moon like drops of water from an icicle. The body repatriation team that hung in the open space just outside the blast crater maneuvered back and forth and caught them in a grid of storage modules, one by one. Behind them, the stars moved slowly past. To Kingsman, the module grid looked disturbingly like an ice cube tray. The repat team filled it in strict order, from one end to the other, then sealed and marked each module. One body brushed against a twisted length of structural beam and spun slightly as it came down, making the team scramble. If they missed it, the body would float out of the crater and into open space, requiring an embarrassing, and expensive, recovery effort. Preceptor Dakila Uy muttered in exasperation. “Clumsy. Looks like crap.” Kingsman thought that was a beamed signal, for him alone, but maybe a member of Uy’s staff was noting it down, for later discipline. They were all hidden somewhere, out of Kingsman’s sight, leaving only Kingsman and Uy on the shelf in the crater torn out of the side of Phobos. From the look of the stretch of tile still left on the wall nearby, it had probably once been part of someone’s bathroom. |
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