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Review: Infinite Science Fiction One
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<p><cite>Infinite Science Fiction One</cite> (edited by Dany G. Zuwen and Joanna Jacksonl Infinite Acacia) starts out rather oddly, with Zuwen’s introducton in which, though he says he’s not religious, he connects his love of SF with having read the Bible as a child. The leap from faith narratives to a literature that celebrates rational knowability seems jarring and a bit implausible.</p>
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<p>That said, the selection of stories here is not bad. Higher-profile editors have done worse, sometimes in anthologies I’ve reviewed.</p>
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<p>Janka Hobbs’s <cite>Real</cite> is a dark, affecting little tale of a future in which people who don’t want the mess and bother of real children buy robotic child surrogates, and what happens when a grifter invents a novel scam.</p>
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<p>Tim Majors’s <cite>By The Numbers</cite> is a less successful exploration of the idea of the quantified self – a failure, really, because it contains an impossible oracle-machine in what is clearly intended to be an SF story.</p>
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<p>Elizabeth Bannon’s <cite>Tin Soul</cite> is a sort of counterpoint to <cite>Real</cite> in which a man’s anti-robot prejudices destroy his ability to relate to his prosthetically-equipped son.</p>
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<p>P. Anthony Ramanauskas’s <cite>Six Minutes</cite> is a prison-break story told from the point of view of a monster, an immortal mind predator who steals the bodies of humans to maintain existence. It’s well written, but diminished by the author’s failure to actually end it and dangling references to a larger setting that we are never shown. Possibly a section from a larger work in progress?</p>
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<p>John Walters’s <cite>Matchmaker</cite> works a familiar theme – the time traveler at a crisis, forbidden to interfere or form attachments – unfortunately, to no other effect than an emotional tone painting. Competent writing does not save it from becoming maudlin and trivial.</p>
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<p>Nick Holburn’s <cite>The Wedding</cite> is a creepy tale of a wedding disrupted by an undead spouse. Not bad on its own terms, but I question what it’s doing in an SF anthology.</p>
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<p>Jay Wilburn’s <cite>Slow</cite> is a gripping tale of an astronaut fighting off being consumed by a symbiote that has at least temporarily saved his life. Definitely SF; not for the squeamish.</p>
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<p>Rebecca Ann Jordan’s <cite>Gospel Of</cite> is strange and gripping. An exile with a bomb strapped to her chest, a future spin on the sacrificed year-king, and a satisfying twist in the ending.</p>
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<p>Dan Devine’s <cite>The Silent Dead</cite> is old-school in the best way – could have been an <cite>Astounding</cite> story in the 1950s. The mass suicide of a planetary colony has horrifying implications the reader may guess before the ending…</p>
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<p>Matthew S. Dent’s <cite>Nothing Besides Remains</cite> carries forward another old-school tradition – a robot come to sentience yearning for its lost makers. No great surprises here, but a good exploration of the theme.</p>
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<p>William Ledbetter’s <cite>The Night With Stars</cite> is very clever, a sort of anthropological reply to Larry Niven’s classic <cite>The Magic Goes Away</cite>. What if Stone-Age humans relied on elrctromagnetic features of their environment – and then, due to a shift in the geomagnetic field, lost them? Well done.</p>
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<p>Doug Tidwell’s <cite>Butterflies</cite> is, alas, a textbook example of what not to do in an SF story. At best it’s a trivial finger exercise about an astronaut going mad. There’s no reveal anywhere, and it contradicts the actual facts of history without explanation; no astronaut did this during Kennedy’s term.</p>
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<p>Michaele Jordan’s <cite>Message of War</cite> is a well-executed tale of weapons that can wipe a people from history, and how they might be used. Subtly horrifying even if we are supposed to think of the wielders as the good guys.</p>
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<p>Liam Nicolas Pezzano’s <cite>Rolling By in the Moonlight</cite> starts well, but turns out to be all imagery with no point. The author has an English degree; that figures, this piece smells of literary status envy, a disease the anthology is otherwise largely and blessedly free of.</p>
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<p>J.B. Rockwell’s <cite>Midnight</cite> also starts well and ends badly. An AI on a terminally damaged warship struggling to get its cryopreserved crew launched to somewhere they might live again, that’s a good premise. Too bad it’s wasted on empty sentimentality about cute robots.</p>
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<p>This anthology is only about 50% good, but the good stuff is quite original and the less good is mostly just defective SF rather than being anti-SF infected with literary status envy. On balance, better value than some higher-profile anthologies with more pretensions.</p>
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