Ray Gun Revival magazine Issue 28, August 15, 2007
Ray Gun Revival, Issue 28.
Contrary to what you might have heard, Ihave not been spending all my time vaporizingplanets. Some I merely reduced in size, so theirlocal solar systems can reclassify them. We allmust have our little pleasures, mustn’t we?Returning to America from across the pond wassorrowful; I fell in love with a beautiful landand had to leave it behind. So it was excitingto find this issue’s stories all ready for me. Niceto know Overlord Phy was busy during myabsence, wading through the slushpile to lookfor gems. I enjoyed reading them all.
The Slushmasters slog throughthe slushpile; I just pick off the low-hanging fruit that remains from their labors. They dothe thankless gruntwork and I reap the glory.It’s a system. ; )
Not to slight any of the other stories, but thisoffering of
The Sky Pirate
was especially exciting.It really takes to the air.
I didn’t pay her to say that. Iblame jetlag.
No Revolution Is Too Big
by Mike LynchFiction collides with reality when a cynical alienoffers a failed writer the chance of a lifetime.Matt grabbed the sliding door handle andpulled it open, leaving just enough room forhim to slip through. As his left foot steppedonto the deck, the yard suddenly wentdark.Backing up against the glass, Mattinstinctively raised his bat. “What in theworld is that?” To his astonishment, he sawa strange looking object sitting in the middleof the yard. It was smooth, cylindrical inshape, but without any visible markings orwindows.Then something like a door began to moveupward. A brilliant white light illuminateda figure standing in the newly createdopening. Matt gripped the bat just a littletighter.
The Walking Stick
by Lawrence BuentelloWhat if the creation of artificial genius is tooperfectly achieved?“What about Solomon?” Tomlinson said. “I just spoke to Connelly at the labs yesterdayand he told me Solomon was doing fine.”“Yes, I know,” Martin said. “Solomon’sbeen revising the Oberon files. Draftingimprovements on the design.”“So?”Tomlinson had been reluctant to come toMartin’s office; now that Martin was nolonger considered the most brilliant mindin the corporation he’d lost the abilityto easily capture the attention of seniormanagement. Even though he’d been theproject’s chief scientist; even though he’dpractically given birth to Solomon—“His improvements are what’s disturbingme.”“Aren’t you pleased that he’s refining yourdesign?” Tomlinson said. His expressionbetrayed his annoyance. “Is it a matter of propriety? Surely he could only do wondersfor the program—”“No,” Martin said. “I’m sure he could dowonders. Absolute wonders. That’s not theproblem.”