The Year's Best Science Fiction & Fantasy Novellas 2015
- The Year's Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Novellas 2015 inaugurates a new annual series of anthologies featuring some of the year's best novella-length science fiction and fantasy. Novellas, longer than short stories but shorter than novels, are a rich and rewarding literary form that can fully explore tomorrow's technology, the far reaches of the future, thought-provoking imaginings, fantastic worlds, and entertaining concepts with the impact of a short story and the detailed breadth of a novel. Gathering a wide variety of excellent SF and fantasy, this anthology of "short novels" showcases the talents of both established masters and new writers.
specialty implant. The FBI had raided a spy cell and had unearthed a half dozen implants that were head and shoulders above anything sold in this country, designed to masquerade as regular cranial implants. Ahmed Desai had scored a coup in getting the government to agree to loan one of them to Turing Technologies, whereupon it had instantly become a giant pain in one Armin Fitzgerald’s ass. They’d built a clean room software lab for it, and put Grasso in charge to see what the fancy software
need looking after?” “Let’s go and paddle in the sea.” We didn’t stay out long. A bit later, she asked me, “What are you? I mean, what do you do?” I was sleepy, the way you are afterwards. “Oh, not much.” “Ah. A gentleman.” Usually I’d have said yes, that’s right, because why bother with the truth when I’d be gone in a day or so? But I said, “How about you?” She shrugged. “I’m not anything, really.” I’d formed my own assessment some time earlier. You have to be able to sight-read people in
once a month spent a day with the child I had born from his seed. We had nothing else in common. Between us there were no shared memories, chocolate boxes, kisses, lovers’ quarrels, or soft words—just easy little compliments. Well, Emma, you look quite pretty today in your beige slacks! Now and then I found it difficult to believe that only eight years back we’d been intimate with each other. But Rupert, of course, was a rather concrete evidence of it. Thus believe I must—we both must. That
gorgeous hardwood grandfather clock in the universe! With a relieved smile Rupert sat down and continued his meal. I suddenly thought of the moment Rupert was conceived. I didn’t remember much of it, just that Gunnar and I had intercourse with each other and prevention had somehow let us down. Anyway, there Rupert was in front of me: happy, handsome and a successful lawyer with a tie around his neck. I often think of the moment Rupert was conceived. Gunnar took me for a drive on his new
cards. She left. Just as she reached the end of the long corridor leading to the labs, the door opened and a security guard hurried through, face twisted with some strong emotion. Her heart stopped. What fresh disaster now? She said, “Did anything—” but before she could finish the question he had pushed past her and hurried on. Marianne hesitated. Follow him to hear the news or wait until— The lab exploded. Marianne was hurled to the floor. Walls around her, the tough but thin membrane-like