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Tagged with “sci-fi” (6)

  1. Escape Pod » EP228: Everything That Matters

    By Jeff Spock. Read by Geoff Michelli.

    “I have done over fifteen hundred dives,” I said, and let that sink in. The number was astronomical for a guy my age, even for a professional. “I have done free diving down to eighty meters. I have worked as a commercial diver and in commercial salvage.”

    They were listening and nodding, concentrating on me while recording the conversation. “Then you, of all people, should have known better,” said the little guy.

    “I did know better!” They were acting like the shark was the victim, not me. “How many people in the whole fucking galaxy could have come up alive, huh? How many would have had the technology and experience and conditioning?”

    “If you want our congratulations, you got ‘em,” said Odenny. “But we’re more interested in what you were doing.”


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    —Huffduffed by steveblamey

  2. CBS Radio Workshop - “The Space Merchants” (Part 2 of 2)

    From INTERNET ARCHIVE - Based on a story by Frederik Pohl and C.M. Kornbluth; Performed by a full cast. First broadcast on CBS Radio on February 24th, 1957

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  3. CBS Radio Workshop - “The Space Merchants” (Part 1 of 2)

    From INTERNET ARCHIVE - Based on a story by Frederik Pohl and C.M. Kornbluth; Performed by a full cast. First broadcast on CBS Radio on February 17th, 1957

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  4. Escape Pod - Elvis in the Attic

    By Catherine M. Morrison

    Read by Ben Phillips

    First appeared in SCIFICTION.

    We had an Elvis in the attic. Again.

    Echoing in the ducts, his voice woke me around 2 A.M. I hopped from bed and headed for the attic–they always it up there. A Vegas Elvis stood by a rack of old clothes singing “Blue Christmas” to them.

    As I edged in the door, he segued to “Jingle Bell Rock.” He waved me down to the front of his meager audience, conferring a special favor. I settled cross-legged on the floor and enjoyed his tunes.

    For months there has been an Elvis infestation all over town, but this was the first Vegas Elvis we’d got. He worked the room hard, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. He was dressed in his trademark white jumpsuit with the spangles and beads and the big white cape he flourished dramatically. The acoustics up here sucked, but even a big fat Elvis could rock the house.

    Rated PG: contains Elvii.

    —Huffduffed by steveblamey

  5. Escape Pod - Skinhorse Goes to Mars

    By Jay Lake read by Mike Boris

    When I met Skinhorse, my first thought was old. Which was weird. Nobody gets old these days. We all die young, some of us after living a long time, if we’re lucky.

    He was in Piet’s Number Seven, a bar-cum-caravanserai in an illegal orbit trailing far enough behind Vesta to be ignorable. Piet’s had been instantiated in an old volatiles bladder that had done the Jovian run a few too many times before falling into the surplus circuit. You could store entire cities in Piet’s cubage, which made for a somewhat attenuated bar experience. Plus the place had one of those gravity cans — yes, those gravity cans — which meant your drink stayed stuck down long as you were near a Higgs carpet.

    So there I was annoying myself with three perfectly disrespectable rock jocks, each of us out to fleece the others, when this cadaver starts to stand over me. We’re all forever young or forever dead, but this armstrong looked like he’d shaved about half a cent too deep across his whole body, then restored his dermis with spray-on thermal insulation.


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  6. Mr. Penumbra’s Twenty-Four-Hour Book Store

    Originally at: Escape Pod, Narrated by Stephen Eley ( First appeared at Robin Sloan’s blog, June 8, 2009.


    I’m sitting in a book store next to a strip club.

    Not that kind of book store. The inventory here is incredibly old and impossibly rare. And it has a secret—a secret that I might have just discovered.

    I am alone in the store. And then, tap-tap, suddenly I’m not.

    And now I’m pretty sure I’m about to snap my laptop shut, run screaming out the front door, and never return.

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