“But he is quite safe here, you know—quite safe.”

The operation had not killed me. And I perceived, suddenly, that the dull melancholy of half a year was lifted from my mind.

“What are the new needs?” said Melmount. “This muddle is too rotten to handle. We’re beginning again. Well, let us begin afresh.”

The 'nineties was a good and stimulating period for a short-story writer.

This is an illustrated science fiction story about climate change that was generated by a web app from my uploaded content.

Mother Earth, the womb of the solar system. Every other place, foster homes for her unwanted children. What is next?

Alisha, a domestic android, has been anything the children needed growing up. But as teens, that becomes complcated.