Ken Liu. The Gods Will Not Be Slain. (The End is Now)
The cybernetic shit has really hit the fan (presumably a Dyson bladeless one), and the stakes are high as the AIs war amongst themselves.
Reviewing short SF since 2000
The cybernetic shit has really hit the fan (presumably a Dyson bladeless one), and the stakes are high as the AIs war amongst themselves.
Second installment of one of the weaker stories in the first volume of at apocalypse-themed trilogy, carrying on in the same vein.
O’Connell is putting together a run of really good stories, and this is another – a near-future look at relationships, technology, society, love, faith and more in a tight drama.
Guest Editor C.C. Finlay, and stories from Charlie Jane Anders, Paul M. Berger, David Erik Nelson, Sarina Dorie, Dinesh Rao, Alaya Dawn Johnson, Annalee Flower Horne, Sandra McDonald, Cat Hellisen, Ian Tregillis.
Not the strongest Asimovs double-issue – Sellar, Bailey, DuBois tickling this reader’s fancy more than the bigger names (Kelly, Rusch, Steele).
A follow-up a couple of generations on, to Steele’s The Legion of Tomorrow a few issues back, which didn’t really grab me.
A two-pager with a twist in the tail, as an ageing lycanthrope ponders his options as the full moon approaches…
A strong story from Johnson, looking closely at relationships between humans and the vampires who have taken over the world.
A Golden Age of SF feel to a story of a half dozen pages, in which communication with an emissary from the alien planet below is finally established, only to find the message being delivered has big implications for humanity at large, and the human who has set foot on the planet.
Copley-Woods looks inside (and I mean inside) the world of witchcraft in a quite chilling fashion…
Five mini-vignettes, spanning the millenia and the planets, all linked by the California aqueduct.
If ‘ee likes piratical stories, or bemoan the dire nonsense of the Pirates of the Caribbean sequels, then this salty, spirity tale will please as it be writ with just the right tone for suchlike.
A slightly detached, mannered style prevented me getting too engaged with a story that progressed steadily to a finish that was similarly not overly dramatic.
Rogue nano – approach at your peril.
Rusch has fun in a light-hearted taken on the gender politics of golf, and virtual reality, in a pro-am tournament with some very special participants.
Could there be a nicer New York love story in Asimovs this year?
There’s politics and human relationships to give a little extra depth to a relatively short story that gets through the action on the double.
A short two-sider from Kelly, the kind of story Isaac Asimov would be writing if he were still alive and mining the robotics milieu.
An author new to me, and a story I struggled with due to a lack of focus.
A fire in a remote winter cabin highlights a young woman’s abilities. The story is only a few pages long and is perhaps missing that little bit extra.
Wry take on the apocalypse, as we are presented with the minutes of a meeting of the Board of Selectmen of Trenton, New Hampshire.
Chilling horror from Bailey, as a girl guide troop go feral, heading off into the local woods..
A nicely told story, capturing a period feel of 1920s jazz, as a young (or not) black musician carries more in his cornet case (and his head)..
A decade or more on from the first installment, things on Earth have gone to hell in a handcart, and the generation of non-aggressive children have grown up…
A story that starts out intriguingly, but gradually my suspension of disbelief failed.
A story that starts out with the gentle feel of A Picnic at Hanging Rock, as two young sisters spend idyllic hours at a local lake. When a young boy appears, the young sister worries that he may drive a wedge between the two.
The story takes the form of a college prospectus, and is a treat.
Somebody hacking their way to third place in a marathon gets more than he bargained for…
Fans of stories about sassy teens will love this one, especially if you like your fiction to use stand-in swear words like puck instead of fuck, and ship instead of shit.
Berger creates an intriguing setting, as a man with a memory that only goes back a few days, finds himself drawn to one particular coastal community.