The future sneaks up on us. It leaks in through the small, ordinary things.
I opened my eyes to see the rat taking a piss in my coffee mug. It
He'd always liked women who'd talk back to him just a little bit. Girls with balls were good. Women with an actual mind of their own who could prove him wrong in something were, of course, castrating...
Gentrification had stopped dead several doors west of my spot overlooking Avenue B. You could actually see the line. That side of the line; Biafran cuisine, sparkling plastic secure window units, wome...
The near future? Pop will go down into the tube station at midnight and have sex. Lots of sex. And all those genres I listed earlier? Every single year will generate a list of new genres like that. Th...
Bugger this. I want a better world.
If contemporary literary fiction doesn't read a bit like science fiction then it's probably not all that contemporary, is it
That’s what you should be worrying about. Idiots with all the money, plowing it into building a thing just because they can.
Straight people are so fucking weird.
Listen, when some asshole pulls a gun on me, he loses his right to a warm milky drink and fucking cuddles, okay?
I don’t want to kill her. But then I don’t want to shit and eat. But in the order to live I have to do it.
He wasn’t pleased with himself for appraising the girl in the tank. He thought of her as half-pretty, the sort of girl one would find modeling for art classes in dire community colleges. Putting her c...
Don't live with writers. Writers are bastards.
The two guys who ran the place, always in Williamsburg hipster uniforms of short-sleeved shirts and neatly trimmed beards that looked stuck on with spirit gum, paid, as ever, no attention to anything...
Predicting causes litter.
Now, he said, snapping the black blade open, we have destroyed the teeth, crushed the face, and obliterated the fingerprints. And we have not been caught. We can therefore proceed with the first stage...
In the world of haunted machines we’re determined to bring on, we need alchemists. People with feet in both worlds. People prepared to consider a world of ghosts and spirits with presence and agency....
In his other hand is a spear made from duct tape, a smashed Nokia phone from 1998 and a selfie stick. Welcome to the future.
If Albert Einstein, the last century’s very poster boy for the cunning man and the wild-haired magician of science, knew one thing, then it was simply that there was always more to be known. He didn’t...
Health Goth exercise leotard.