A few years ago, a group of io9 commenters created the Thursday Tales forum on io9. Every week, they post short stories or continuations of longer stories on Thursdays. Eventually they had so many great stories that they decided to publish an anthology. It's called We Had Stars Once, we've got an excerpt!
Why shouldn't giant robots amble through the fields and climb the terraced farms like stairs? They are, after all, part of nature too. Haven't you noticed that their bodies come from rocks and minerals, just like yours?
Every planet is different, but usually in the early phases of geoengineering you're looking at a lot of volcanic work. Helps enrich the soil, warms the climate, creates bigger landmasses. If you bring your own minerals and molecular precursors — standard supplies for most terraforming operations — you can seed every…
I am not sure when we stopped building the city and it started to build us. Over time, we had forgotten how to tell our own bodies apart from its towers. Our skin was what gave flexibility to its composite materials. That was when the city withdrew pipes and struts from the regolith and began to walk.
Sometimes things go wrong. You make an ocean on the Moon, it sublimates too fast, and you're left with a tanker rotting on regolith. But there's still a beauty in it. You've made an ecosystem, no matter how brief and pointless.
Jeff and Andrea wanted to do it right. Be authentic. They got their hands and legs modified right before Solstice, and set out for the Pleistocene preserve soon after. By the time they arrived, Jeff could already walk on his knuckles.
They say that monsters never call another creature "monster." After a lifetime of being told that one is uncanny, the word becomes tiresome. Why pass the insult along to one's brothers? But the question should really be "why not?"
It was what she always said, late at night, when the environment-makers moaned and the distant cliffs ran with magma. We were the first generation, doomed to live before the history of this planet began.
There are two kinds of offworld anthropology: Near Distance and Long Distance. With typical Earth-centrism, the "distance" is measured in light years from the Blue Marble. Try explaining to a Gorgolian that he's "Long Distance" when you're on his doorstep.
Every Thursday, io9ers flock to the Thursday Tales page to share their flash fiction, get feedback, and talk about writing. Now one io9er has created a searchable archive of the stories people have posted.
A new issue of Rudy Rucker's scifi magazine FLURB went live yesterday, and it's full of great free stories from Bruce Sterling, Kathleen Ann Goonan, Carter Scholz, Madeline Ashby, and more. Plus, my story "The Gravity Fetishist" is there too!
It was made out of pieces of everything: old jet cones, cruise liners, truck shells. But it flew. Covered in antennae technology from four different decades, and polished to a sheen, that ship was a marvel of speculative mechanical engineering.
Check out #ThursdayTales, a new reader-generated feature at io9 that started yesterday. A group of io9 commenters, led by the formidable Gaudy Mouse Muad'Dib, started a severely cool new practice of sharing links to new short stories they'd written. After just one day of #ThursdayTales, there's already a wealth of…