As a small Holiday gift to all of you, I have re-edited my short story called Kipling Mistletine Poppish, originally written last year in 2009, and I am making the PDF version available here:
It is a 6,000 word short about a far future safari hunter whose virtual wife lives in his spine.
Here is a sample of the first two paragraphs:
Kipling stood lank and tall in the streaming rain, like a pumpkin-headed scarecrow adrift in a waterfall, slightly bent in his gray-green campsuit. The safari armor left him comfortable, dry and warm, and though the dome helmet’s oblate sphere was open, the waters of Keyser’s Moon bounced from its illuminated deflector fields. He could have closed the helmet and sent a short burst message to his surrounding crew, but he knew that theocratic rulers of this world might be listening. To communicate with his crew working the mineral pools five meters away, Kipling simply shouted his synthetic lungs out — and what he shouted, as always, sounded unintentionally camp.
“Right-o! At this rate our lady whale will surface in ten minutes! Rather!” Kipling hollered in his Flash-Wooster modded Ing‘Lesh, the national patois of Windsor Society. As an Ascended humanoid, he could make himself heard clearly over the aqueous roar, cartoon vernacular and all.
Read the rest here.
Happy Holidays and right-o!