They're made out of Meat, by Hugo and Nebula Winner Terry Bisson
by Terry Bisson "They're made out of meat." "Meat?" "Meat. They're made out of meat." "There's no doubt about it. "That's impossible. "They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. "So who made the machines? "They made the machines. "That's ridiculous. "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. "Maybe they're like the Orfolei. "Nope. "Spare me. "Nope. "No brain?" "Oh, there is a brain all right. "So... what does the thinking?" "You're not understanding, are you? "Thinking meat! "Yes, thinking meat! "Omigod. "Finally, Yes. "So what does the meat have in mind?" "First it wants to talk to us. "We're supposed to talk to meat?" "That's the idea. "They actually do talk, then. "Oh, yes. "I thought you just told me they used radio." "They do, but what do you think is on the radio? "Omigod. "Officially or unofficially?" "Both." "Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor.
276 QUESTIONS TO ASK BEFORE YOU MARRY
1. Are you working on your chosen field? 2. How many hours a week do you work? 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22 Do you believe in prenuptial agreements? 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. 30. 31. 32. 33. 34. 35. 36. 37. 36. 39. 40. 41. 42. 43. 44. 45. 46. 47. 48. 48. 50. 51. 52. 53. 54. 55. 56. 57. 58. 58. 60. 61. 62. 63. 64. 65. 66. 67. 68. P.. 70. 71. 72. 73. 74. 75. 76. 77. 78. 70. 80. 81. 82. 83. 84. 85. 86. 87. 88. 88. 90. 91. 92. 93. 94. 95. 96. 97. 96. 97. 98. 99. 100. 101. 102. 103. 104. 105. 106. 107. 106. 109. 110. 111. 112. 113. 114. 115. 116. 117. 118. 119. 120. 121. 122. 123. 124. 125. 126. 127. 128. 128. 130. 131. 132. 133. 134. 135. 136. 137. 138. 139. 140. 141. 142. 143. 144. 145. 146. 147. 148. 149. 150. 151. 152. 153. 154. 156. 156. 157. 158. 159. 100. 161. 162. 163. 164. 185. 166. 167. 168. 169. 170. 171. 172. 173. 174. 175. 176. 177. 178. 179. 180. 181. 182. 183. 184. 185. 186. 187. 168. 189. 190. 191. 192. 193. 194. 195. 196. 197.
Futility Closet
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Hang on, my love, and grow big and strong
It took nine months for Iggy Pop to reply to then-21-year-old Laurence's fan letter, but really the timing couldn't have been more perfect as on the morning his thoughtful note did arrive at her home in Paris, Laurence's family were being evicted by bailiffs. Laurence recalls that moment back in 1995: "By the time I finished I was in tears. Iggy's empathetic, handwritten response addressed Laurence's problems with both grace and eloquence, and really can't be praised enough. Transcript follows. (Source: Laurence; Image: Iggy Pop, via.) Transcript
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Reincarnation Story
Author's Note: The Egg is also available in the following languages: The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. You looked around. “More or less,” I said. “Are you god?” “Yup,” I replied. “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said. You looked at me with fascination. “Don’t worry,” I said. “Oh,” you said. “Neither,” I said. “Ah,” you said. “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. You followed along as we strode through the void. “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “So what’s the point, then?” “Not so!” I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. “Oh lots. “Wait, what?” “Sure. “Just me?
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Attacks
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