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9780061020544

Year's Best Sf 5

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    9780061020544

  • ISBN10:

    0061020540

  • Edition: Revised
  • Format: Paperback
  • Copyright: 2000-05-18
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publications

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Experience New Realms Acclaimed editor and anthologist David G. Hartwell returns with this fifth annual collection of the year's most imaginative, entertaining, and mind-expanding science fiction. Here are works from some of today's most acclaimed authors, as well as visionary new talents, that will introduce you to new ideas, offer unusual perspectives, and take you to places beyond your wildest imaginings. Contributors to The Year's Best SF 5 include: Brian Aldiss Stephen Baxter Michael Bishop Terry Bisson Greg Egan Robert Reed Kim Stanley Robinson Hiroe Suga Michael Swanwick Gene Wolfe and many more...

Table of Contents

Introduction xiii
Everywhere
1(13)
Geoff Ryman
Evolution Never Sleeps
14(22)
Elisabeth Malartre
Sexual Dimorphism
36(21)
Kim Stanley Robinson
Game of the Century
57(37)
Robert Reed
Secrets of the Alien Reliquary
94(3)
Michael Bishop
Kinds of Strangers
97(27)
Sarah Zettel
Visit the Sins
124(21)
Cory Doctorow
Border Guards
145(29)
Greg Egan
Macs
174(12)
Terry Bisson
Written in Blood
186(18)
Chris Lawson
Has Anybody Seen Junie Moon?
204(18)
Gene Wolfe
The Blue Planet
222(7)
Robert J. Sawyer
Lifework
229(9)
Mary Soon Lee
Rosetta Stone
238(17)
Fred Lerner
An Apollo Asteroid
255(16)
Brian Aldiss
100 Candles
271(17)
Curt Wohleber
Democritus' Violin
288(23)
G. David Nordley
Fossil Games
311(51)
Tom Purdom
Valour
362(17)
Chris Beckett
Huddle
379(25)
Stephen Baxter
Ashes and Tombstones
404(18)
Brian M. Stableford
Ancient Engines
422(11)
Michael Swanwick
Freckled Figure
433(24)
Hiroe Suga
Shiva
457(9)
Barry N. Malzberg
The Queen of Erewhon
466
Lucy Sussex

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Year's Best SF 5

Chapter One

When we knew Granddad was going to die, we took him to see the Angel of the North.

When he got there, he said: It's all different. There were none of these oaks all around it then, he said. Look at the size of diem! The last time I saw this, he says to me, I was no older than you are now, and it was brand new, and we couldn't make out if we liked it or not.

We took him, the whole lot of us, on the tram from Blaydon. We made a day of it. All of Dad's exes and their exes and some of their kids and me Aunties and their exes and their kids. It wasn't that happy a group to tell you the truth. But Granddad loved seeing us all in one place.

He was going a bit soft by then. He couldn't tell what the time was any more and his words came out wrong. The Mums made us sit on his lap. He kept calling me by my Dad's name. His breath smelt funny but I didn't mind, not too much. He told me about how things used to be in Blaydon.

They used to have a gang in the Dene called Pedro's Gang. They drank something called Woodpecker and broke people's windows and they left empty tins of pop in the woods. If you were little you weren't allowed out cos everyone's Mum was so fearful and all. Granddad once saw twelve young lads go over and hit an old woman and take her things. One night his brother got drunk and put his fist through a window, and he went to the hospital, and he had to wait hours before they saw him and that was terrible. I thought it sounded exciting meself. But I didn't say so because Granddad wanted me to know how much better things are now.

He says to me, like: the trouble was, Landlubber, we were just kids, but we all thought the future would be-terrible. We all thought the world was going to bum up, and that everyone would get poorer and poorer, and the crime worse.

He told me that lots of people had no work. I don't really understand how anyone could have nothing to do. But then I've never got me head around what money used to be either.

Or why they built that Angel. It's not even that big, and it was old and covered in rust. It didn't look like an Angel to me at all, the wings were so big and square. Granddad said, no, it looks like an airplane, that's what airplanes looked like back then. It's meant to go rusty, it's the Industrial Spirit of the North.

I didn't know what he was on about. I asked Dad why the Angel was so important and he kept explaining it had a soul, but couldn't say how. The church choir showed UP and started singing hymns. Then it started to rain. It was a wonderful day out.

I went back into the tram and asked me watch about the Angel.

This is my watch, here, see? It's dead good isn't it, it's got all sorts on it. It takes photographs and all. Here, look this is the picture it took of Granddad by the Angel. It's the last picture I got of him. You can talk to people on it and it keeps thinking of fun things for you to do. I

Why no not explain to the interviewer why the Angel of the North isimportant?

Duh. Usually, they're fun.

Take the train to Newcastle and walk along the river until you see on the hill where people keep their homing pigeons. Muck out the cages for readies.

It's useful when you're a bit short, it comes up with ideas to make some dosh.

It's really clever. It takes all the stuff that goes on around here and stirs it around and comes up with something new. Here, listen:

The laws of evolution have been applied to fun. New generations of ideas are generated and eliminated at such a speed that evolution works in real time. It's survival of the funnest and you decide

They evolve machines too. Have you seen our new little airplanes? They've run the designs through thousands of generations, and they got better and faster and smarter.

The vicar bought the whole church choir airplanes they can wear. The wings are really good, they look just like bird's wings with pinions sticking out like this. Oh! I really want one of them. You can turn somersaults in them. People build them in their sheds for spare readies, I could get one now if I had the dosh.

Every Sunday as long as it isn't raining, you can see the church choir take off in formation. Little old ladies in leotards and blue jeans and these big embroidered Mexican hats. They rev up and take off and start to sing the Muslim .call to prayer. They echo all over the show. Then they cut their engines and spiral up on the updraft. That's when they start up on Nearer My God to Thee.

Every Sunday, Granddad and I used to walk up Shibbon Road to the Dene. It's so high up there that we could look down on top of them. He never got over it. Once he laughed so hard he fell down, and just lay there on the grass. We just lay on our backs and looked up at the choir, they just kept going up like they were kites.

When the Travellers come to Blaydon, they join in. Their wagons are pulled by horses and have calliopes built into the front, so on Sundays, when the choir goes up, the calliopes start up, so you got organ music all over the show as well. Me Dad calls Blaydon a sound sandwich. He says it's all the hills.

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