An essay by Elise Tanner, as provided by Deborah Walker Art by Luke Spooner My sister came to my mother’s funeral. She stood at the gates, watching my uncles carrying the coffin from the flower-lined hearse. She was a pale ghost, standing apart from the rest of the mourners. Rose looked exactly as I remembered her....
Read more →A log by cryotechnician Coadyl Rassin. Here, transcribed by Dennis Staples Art by Justine McGreevy My shift begins an hour after I wake up, whatever time that is. I don’t really know. I haven’t gotten used to reading the ship’s clocks. The alarms are set up by the computer techs though, so I never...
Read more →As a helpful reminder, those wishing to read the gripping conclusion to “Dr. Derosa’s Resurrection” can find it in our Summer 2013 collection! Click here for Part IV!
Read more →By R.G. Summers Art by Dawn Vogel Click here for Part III. On the day that I was to break my father out of prison, I woke up to the sound of sirens in the streets below. I stumbled out of bed, rubbing my eyes and walking to the window to see what all...
Read more →By R.G. Summers Art by Dawn Vogel Click here for Part II. After my phone call with Mr. Charlie, I went directly to the salon down the street. He had told me that he would send a plane immediately and that I only needed to be at the RentonMunicipalAirport by ten-thirty that night. I...
Read more →An essay by an anonymous bioethicist, presented by Thomas Canfield Illustration by Katie Nyborg March 11, 2117. Mark that date in your calendar. That was the day the first client in a state of cryostasis was revived. There were only two people present: Dr Maxwell Bessemer, who was head of the program, and myself....
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