My car was ugly. Angular, pitted gray, it could barely fly. If it weren’t for Tomiko, I’d feel ashamed picking up my boyfriend Chuanli. He climbed in the passenger seat and kissed my ear as my car’s hologram of Tomiko… Continue Reading
The first thing they taught me was the Trolley Problem. The hypothetical car under my control is heading towards five people; I can change the direction but that will hit one person, what should I do? My neural network played… Continue Reading
He spoke as soon as she reached the kitchen. “You go through the boxes on the table. Kimmie left those for you to get rid of.” “Okay, Papa.” The clean-out had begun. Her mother’s things were being sorted and awarded… Continue Reading
“So have you met anyone yet?” For a moment Pete looked uneasy. “No,” he said. “But I don’t really want to. I’m happy as I am. Emma and I still go on holiday together. I still get to see the… Continue Reading
We were in a real bind. Grandma was having one of them spells, and there was no way we could get her to the hospital in the city. The hurricane had knocked out the electricity and the phone line. We… Continue Reading
“Gita, come look. He’s the one!” Gita stared at the computer and the image her aunt was tapping at on the screen. Ajeet Dhawan was twenty-nine. A strong nose her aunt remarked. Gita nodded taking in his soft brown eyes… Continue Reading
“Now or never, Cal,” Howser says, hand on hips. The boy’s only got six months on Cal, but has grown lanky like a sapling and those extra few inches give him authority. Cal stops chewing his lip. It’s important to… Continue Reading
Your Honour, I never intended to lose my foot. True, I was researching the carparks of Planet Earth. Of course, we Maluvians transpose in time and space and have no need of vehicles. I repeat, I was doing research. True,… Continue Reading
“If I had thought of, if I’d felt any reason at all to stop, I would have. You know I would have stopped. Well, maybe you don’t know me that well. I mean, we’ve only met that one other time,… Continue Reading
Him, in a gray coat and red scarf. Him, one hand on the gas pump, the other in his pocket. Him, winking at me while whistling a tune. Me, in the same blue hoodie and jeans I’ve been wearing for… Continue Reading