The stories in this book were written over a six year period, but they represent sixteen years of work in short fiction — more than half my life. In that time, numerous teachers, peers, editors, friends, relatives and employers have stood by me, supported me, blasted me, praised me, tortured me and shored me up.
I’d like to thank them here, in alphabetical order:
The Ad Astra ConComs, Mark Askwith, Darren Atkinson, Jodi BenDavid, Michael Bloom, Grad Conn, the Cecil Street Irregulars, the class of Clarion East 1992 (especially Becky Maines, Janis O’Connor, Cynthia Seelhammer and Cynthia Zender), Avram Doctorow, Gord Doctorow, Neil Doctorow, Roz Doctorow, Gardner Dozois, Scott Edelman, Claire Eddy, Amanda Foubister, Greg Frost, Seymour Goldman, Valerie Goldman, James Gunn and the Sturgeon Award team, Mark Frauenfelder, Glenn Grant, Rusty Halpert, David Hartwell, Patrick Nielsen Hayden, Teresa Nielsen Hayden, John Henson, Al Hoff, Tanya Huff, Michael Jackel, Sandra Kasturi, James Patrick Kelly, Damon Knight, Donald Maass, Tom Marcinko, Judith Merril, The staff of the Merril Collection (especially head librarian Lorna Toolis), the Novellettes, the On Spec editorial board, Bev Pannikar, Brenda Quinn, Lisa Rein, Matthew Rogers, Tom Robe, Spider Robinson, John Rose, Michelle Sagara, Karl Schroeder, Mary Sheridan, Michael Skeet, Martha Soukup, Bertha Starr, Sam Starr, Bruce Sterling, Sean Stewart, Harriet Wolff, Sheila Williams, Roger Wood and Pat York.
Cory Doctorow is the future of science fiction. An nth-generation hybrid of the best of Greg Bear, Rudy Rucker, Bruce Sterling and Groucho Marx, Doctorow composes stories that are as BPM-stuffed as techno music, as idea-rich as the latest issue of NEW SCIENTIST, and as funny as humanity’s efforts to improve itself. Utopian, insightful, somehow simultaneously ironic and heartfelt, these nine tales will upgrade your basal metabolism, overwrite your cortex with new and efficient subroutines and generally improve your life to the point where you’ll wonder how you ever got along with them. Really, you should need a prescription to ingest this book. Out of all the glittering crap life and our society hands us, craphound supreme Doctorow has managed to fashion some industrial-grade art.
Paul Di Filippo
Author of The Steampunk Trilogy