I have a short-short story on the back page of this week’s Nature magazine, which just hit the stands today. The story’s called “Printcrime,” and it’s a little dystopian/utopian story about 3D printers and totalitarianism. Nature has generously granted me permission to reproduce the story in full.

The coppers smashed my father’s printer when I was eight. I remember the hot, cling-film-in-a-microwave smell of it, and Da’s look of ferocious concentration as he filled it with fresh goop, and the warm, fresh-baked feel of the objects that came out of it.

The coppers came through the door with truncheons swinging, one of them reciting the terms of the warrant through a bullhorn. One of Da’s customers had shopped him. The ipolice paid in high-grade pharmaceuticals — performance enhancers, memory supplements, metabolic boosters. The kind of things that cost a fortune over the counter; the kind of things you could print at home, if you didn’t mind the risk of having your kitchen filled with a sudden crush of big, beefy bodies, hard truncheons whistling through the air, smashing anyone and anything that got in the way.

They destroyed grandma’s trunk, the one she’d brought from the old country. They smashed our little refrigerator and the purifier unit over the window. My tweetybird escaped death by hiding in a corner of his cage as a big, booted foot crushed most of it into a sad tangle of printer-wire.

I’ve just posted the third and final part of the podcast of Alice Taylor of the Wonderland games blog reading my story Anda’s Game. Subscribe to the podcast here (or via iTunes) or download the individual parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3