HUMANS WERE REPLACED.
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MEG, Chair of the BristolCon SF Convention
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Jeanette Ng, award-nominated SF novelist
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Summary: Science Fiction Stories
Science Fiction is often falsely regarded as a genre that is only concerned with matters of science and technology. While that is true, it also shines a spotlight on the space between between today’s world and other, possible worlds. Westin’s Science Fiction might as well be called Social Fiction: it covers human flaws, the lunacy of our society, and the concept of life itself.
Westin’s microstories capture scenes of interstellar life—transgalactic communication attempts between robots, aliens, and humans, philosophical rumination, comic relief, Siri’s emotions, and the usual pitfalls of navigating the space-time continuum.
“Sir, the Mars rover has found human writing.”
“Only, it’s Chinese.”
“Yes, sir. So we’ve erased the footage.”
Ah! Please don’t think, ah, I’m stupid, but so far this, ah, ‘three-dimensional expression of an eleven-d universe’, ah, is a lot like sex.
He built a time machine to go to all the great gigs he’d missed in his youth.
It was horrible. Everyone smoked, looked stupid, was too young.
“I’ll have a year off, go ascetic,” she said.
“No gadgets, just simple life.”
It became a trend, a hip lifestyle.
It hid her bankruptcy.
Netters! I problem have. My time machine for changing date code requires. The code in this now unavailable is, in 2191 now I it left. Helps?
The inquest continued.
“Why did you not notice that your antidepressant drug made women telepathic?”
“We didn’t test on women.”
“I knew it!”
The ambassador knew that judging from appearances was unwise, but still did it at receptions.
Eyes, lips, nose… This person was probably Human.
We thought the aliens landed and threw a huge dance party to celebrate first contact.
Much later, we learned that rhythmic sounds kill them.
Liking cute, cuddly creatures is a universal constant. That’s why the Human Empire’s envoy to the Galactic Council is well fed and bearded.
“Every soldier will return to Earth,” they promised. Well, I guess they didn’t lie. The light of us burning will reach home in seven years.
When they landed on the alien world, the astronauts found God, with some lizards.
“Oh, hi,” he said. “You okay? I’m helping these guys now.”
“The earthlings broadcast so many messages. How can we know which are important?”
“Simple. Look for those that are repeated.”
When she really needed a break, she’d halt time for a little while. Never for long; she always felt guilty, even though nobody could notice.