Ara’s slab chirped from the table. She didn’t turn to look, sticking her head out of the kitchen window to check the street instead. A Muni Distro pulled away, leaving behind a Delivery Box. She cursed under her breath. Didn’t like the Boxen, always shouty and rude. Fussy too. Paid over…

The vehicle chimed.
“You have arrived at your destination.”
Percy reached over and hit the DISPLAY button to pull up his fuel…

Quick catch-up on a family chat in 2043. Short fiction for a collaboration with…

Here’s a write-up of a talk I gave at the invitation of Haunted Machines for the IMPAKT event ‘Deep Fakes…

I thought it would be a simple Google search…