Short Stories, Volume 1
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Allen Steele became a full-time science fiction writer in 1988, following publication of his first short story, "Live From The Mars Hotel" (Asimov's, mid-Dec. '88). Since then he has become a prolific author of novels, short stories, and essays, with his work appearing in England, France, Germany, Spain, Italy, Brazil, Russia, the Czech Republic, Poland, and Japan.
Volume 1 of Allen Steele: Short Stories contains Hugo Award Nominees "The Good Rat" and "Zwarte Piet's Tale" and more excellent short science fiction.
and grey. Offices have carpets, new furniture, hanging plants, computers on every desk. First stop is the clinic. Woman doctor tests my reflexes, looks in my ears, checks my eyes, takes a blood sample, gives me a little bottle and points to the bathroom. Give her a full bottle a few minutes later, smile, ask what she's doing two weeks from now. Doesn't smile back. Thanks me for my urine. Kid takes me down the hall to another office. Chief scientist waiting for me. Skinny guy with glasses, bald
in...” “I know that!” Carlos's voice rises, and several people standing nearby turn to look their way. Jorge hastily shushes him. “Papa ... it's 46 light-years away...” 160 Allen Steele: Short Stories, Volume 1 by Allen Steele “I know, I know....” Jorge shakes his head, then grasps his son by the shoulders. “But it's either this, or we spend the rest of our lives in a D.I. camp. You, me, your mother, your little sister ... you want to see Marie in Camp Buchanan?” Carlos snuffles back tears,
to black. [Back to Table of Contents] 187 Allen Steele: Short Stories, Volume 1 by Allen Steele URSS Alabama 7.5.70 / T-10.47.12 “Incoming OCN from the Wallace, sir. Captain Lee.” “Thank you, Mr. Gillis, I'll take it from here.” Shapiro rotates the command chair seat away from the status board, taps his headset. “Wallace, this is Alabama, do you copy?” “We copy, Alabama.” Lee's voice comes clearly over the orbital communications network, the satellite system that permits spacecraft to radio
“You know what the situation is, so make sure your hoods are on when you leave the shuttle. Don't stop for anyone, just head straight for the hatch ... we've got someone there to show you the way. Go straight up the ladder until you reach Deck H1, and follow First Officer Shapiro to your bunks. Is that clear?” Murmurs of assent, a few wary nods. Lee scans the compartment, sees dozens of nervous faces. “Everyone just relax,” he adds, doing his best to calm them. “You did fine on the ground. Play
hibernation deck. The lights have been turned down low, but the dull blue glow of the status panel above his tank's open lid nonetheless causes him to squint and blink. He takes a deep breath; his lungs are assaulted by antiseptic cold air, making him cough. There is an urge to vomit, even though there is nothing in his stomach to bring up. “Easy, Captain ... easy.” A voice from the darkness, softly accented, warm and familiar, the last voice he heard before his eyes closed nine months ago. “Keep