Ray Gun Revival magazine Issue 23, June 01, 2007
I’m not sure what the climate is like on your planet,but on mine, or my local area anyway, it’s been lovelyand warm. Makes you want to sit in the yard, propyour feet up, and grab a good story or two—and useyour ray gun on the noisy neighbors. But I digress. Tohelp with the ‘good story’ part, we oer this issue.We begin with
“Can Giraes Change their Spots?”
by Jenny Schwartz. When giraes around the globechange colors, two sciensts are confused, and theenterprising aliens responsible are horried.
Giraes were the perfect hosts. They occupied oneconnent and had outposts in zoos around the globe.
Zod nished nkering with the delta chromosomeof the neo-virus and laid down his crawtech.“All done,” Zod leaned back on four tentacles with agrunt of sasfacon. “We can release this over Earthand pick up the results on our way back from Sola-Vma3.”“Fine,” Aiin sharpened a gold-pped tentacle. Itwas the data that interested her, not the method of collecng it. “Spin the neo-virus and let’s get going.”Zod winked at his partner, the glare of one orangeeye dimming a moment before blazing anew. “To hearis to obey.”Zod dropped the girae-modied neo-virus intothe exo-vortex cone, and cut the cone loose from thespaceship.“Bye-bye, baby,” yawned Aiin. She stretched a longaqua tentacle to the control board and tapped ‘burst.’The spaceship vanished from the solar system.Within the tumbling exo-vortex cone, the virusmulplied. The cone penetrated the Earth’s heatedouter atmosphere and then, in the gentler stratosphere,dissolved. Released, the viral bodies dispersed andoated down to earth. Some even landed on giraes.What happens when a lowly soldier tries to beerhimself and catches the eye of the mad-as-a-haereet admiral? Find out in M. D. Jackson’s
Maybe it was just being on Elphara, but when thelile marnet of a lieutenant picked up the salad bowland handed it for me to take, I immediately thoughtabout three dierent ways to kill him and dispose of his corpse.Unfortunately the marnet held my future in hishands, so I nodded politely and took the bowl.“Put it in front of the old man,” the lieutenant said,his clipped Old Family accent sounding archaic in thisNew Fleet gathering. “And if he starts eang it with hishands just smile at the old bastard and walk away.”His disdain made me want to laugh. I felt my mouthwarping into a wobbly smile and I desperately tried tothink about something else. My eye was drawn to aier as it performed a deceleraon descent. Anotherload of ocers was arriving from one of the orbingwarships.I knew I had stared at it too long when the lieutenantasked, “Is something wrong, Private?”Next, get ready for undersea adventure with “TheEight Arms of Death” by John M. Whalen. Jack Brand journeys to Nemuria, a city at the boom of theTulon Inland Sea, where he meets a doomed race of people.Brand glanced back toward the dome. The fourdenizens of the underwater city had spoed him andwere speeding his way. They moved like porpoises, theirbodies rippling through the water. Cursing his luck, heshied the spear gun to his other hand and tore thePlasma-Pistol from the holster fastened to the leg of the diving suit. The way the creatures plowed throughthe water toward him, their intenons did not seemfriendly. As they got nearer, Brand saw one of themunhitch something from the belt at his waist. The lmyoutline of a net appeared in his hands. Another raisedan arm, and a trident suddenly ew through the watertoward him. It moved at a miraculous speed, as thoughpropelled by some force other than the creature’sarm.Brand dodged the trident and red. The plasmabeam hit one of the creatures in the shoulder. But