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I imagined thin, parched men and women, kneeling for supplication, and gods descending from the clouds of heaven in flowing garments of silk and bedecked with jewels. Like a mythological drama, except that this was the alleged past of my people.

Read “Where It Ends” by Swapna Kishore.

Are you in yet?

Chunk from Gillian Robespierre on Vimeo.

This was fun because I don’t like to be cheered up; I like to wallow, I find it restorative and oddly calming.

Read “The Chair of Rejection” by Stacey Richter.

Charley sat on a lawn chair watching the sun set. He looked human—sort of—but there were differences, the biggest being the third eye above the bridge of his nose. When Charley got stoned, his corneas turned bright pink and the third eye rolled up into his head.

Read “The Big Splash” by George R. Galuschak.

He said foyer the way the French do.

Read “What Have You Done With My Love” by Karin Rosman.

He left her sitting in snow until a stranger collected her. She had to be delivered to the hospital instead.

Read “Thursday on Bus 26” by Sandra Soli.

Jon tried to organize the facts: He and Toku had slept for about two thousand years, longer than usual. Instigator had established that the little planet had experienced a massive radioactive flare, consistent with the people nuking the hell out of themselves. And afterwards, they’d carried on broadcasting electromagnetic representations of mating or choosing a leader.

Read “The Fermi Paradox Is Our Business Model” by Charlie Jane Anders.

Robert A. Heinlein: The Tor.com Blog Symposium

This is pretty cool: On August 17, Tor Books will publish the first half of William H. Patterson Jr.’s two-volume authorized biography of Robert A. Heinlein, Robert A. Heinlein: In Dialogue with His Century: Volume 1, 1907-1948: Learning Curve. In commemoration of this, we’ve convened a kind of online panel discussion of Heinlein and of [...]

Time to spoil more than just the illusion.

Read “The Practical Ramifications of Interstellar Packet Loss,” a short story by William Shunn.

It occurs to me that the act of reading Catherine Cookson might conclusively prove that the woman either had a vagina or that she didn’t, that the blond woman who sat beside Jak might have been an alien, or else incontrovertibly human, but I’m not sure which. Really, I could make a case either way.

Read “Most of My Friends Are Two-Thirds Water” by Kelly Link.