A patriarchal society, with aliens with two sets of arms, and some strange names, and some issues around gender around childbirth, and attitudes towards multiple births.
Xeno-ethnography and xeno-linguistic that has this reader shouting “Hree! Hree!”
Three-pager in which far future humans (I guess) are facing climactic challenges, and it’s a harder, somewhat different life, as we find from the pidgin-English what is spoked.
It’s a short story, with a bit of a Mad Max vibe about it, the tone not entirely succesful.
Not the strongest of issues, a bit of a surprise considering Reed, Cassutt, Robertson and Baxter being on the front cover.