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New year, new fiction! Let’s kick things off right, with our lead story for 2025: “Our Lady of the Gyre,” from Douglas R. Franklin. In his own words, it’s “about the fraught relationship between inhabitants of a seaborne community and an orbital artificial intelligence tasked with mitigating climate change.” It’s a short story, but also the cover—once you get it in your hands, I think you’ll see why.
We also have “Apartment Wars,” a novella from (relative) newcomer, Vera Brook: it’s an evocative look at the relationship between a physicist (and physicist’s widow) and her next-door neighbors in an Eastern European apartment block . . . but what role does their physics research play? Find out!
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Apartment Wars
by Vera Brook
Poland, 1979
Warm sun filtered through the leaves and dappled the sidewalk as Helena walked back from the farmers’ market. In May, the linden trees bloomed all over the city, the same cheerful green fringed with white as the year before, as if nothing had changed.
Helena tried not to dwell on the dissonance. Julian wouldn’t have wanted her to.
It was still morning, barely nine o’clock, too early for her daughter to call, but she walked briskly, anxious to get home. A wooden crate of tart cherries, shiny and red, bounced on her arm. They were her favorite fruit, neither sweet nor sour but wonderfully complex, a problem for her taste buds to solve. The handle of the crate was a phantom of her husband’s arm inside her elbow, easing her nerves and offering reassurance, as he had always done when alive. READ MORE
Our Lady of the Gyre
by Doug Franklin
The wind sings in the petal wires. Alma hangs by one arm from the hull of the lily. With the other she works furiously at the tether brake. Each time the lily is lifted by a wave the tether zips down into the big dark. The third time the water breaks over her she gives up on fixing the brake and, when the lily starts sliding down the wave, snubs the tether. Then the next wave hits and all that slack is taken up in a moment, and the tether snaps, whipping up and through her like she was made of nothing more than water, which is approximately true but specifically false because the water is red and there is so much of it. And then I am on my back, Hayate sitting on my chest saying, “She’s already dead, Mel, she’s already dead,” while he opens the ballast valves. Alma rises away from the lily as we sink beneath the storm, blood spreading like the dark corona of her hair. READ MORE
