I love a bit of fictional AI as much as the next person Okay, probably more than the next person. Data, Marvin, Bender, Mike (aka Adam Selene), Mudd's women, R  Daneel Olivaw… You can see more examples in my own work: Henry, Holly, and Elys. Maybe more to come. But...
Can you spot the Lemmy?
Julie’s auburn hair hung over the flannel shirt she wore as she chopped the veg. As the cutting board filled up, she dumped the contents into a mixing bowl. Pete bit his lip and reminded himself she had her own way of doing things. It would be fine. He decided to...
My carefully curated worldview didn’t survive the loss of my world. I should probably tell you that right at the start. I wasn’t a good person back then. Well, no. I always tried to be. If I’d had any idea that my views or my values – my whole ethos, I guess – were...
An array of strange – alien – vegetables were arrayed on the worktop: blue things that looked a bit like cucumbers, furry purple potato-melons, and something that resembled cooked spaghetti. The merchant who’d sold them to me had told me how to prepare each one....
Pete liked it this way. It was better. I mean, not better exactly. But it was good. He was glad she had ended things. It was like Bryan always said: he was too young to get tied down. He should focus on his career first. Save up a bit of money. He shook his head as he...
That's it. That's all I've got. For now…
Tina forced air out noisily through her nose. ‘I told you – I’m fine, Peggy.’
Peggy leant back in her chair and fixed her step-daughter with a stare. ‘You’re not fine. Your hair is lank and there are pronounced shadows beneath your eyes.’ She squinted at the screen. ‘And if I’m not mistaken, there’s food on your collar.’
Ainlay’s a new ghost with some concerns. Click to get an excerpt on what comes next.