A collection of very short fiction, about 10 years old, kind of adverts / first person protagonist reader audience in which some reprehensible feature of the future is being sold to the reader in a very late night infomercial sort of way. There’s the reproduction of the future (artificial wombs). There’s cloning. There’s a solution to the housing problem involving parallel universes. Etc.
It’s okay. It’s cheap and it’s short and it’s moderately clever. I do not feel compelled to read any more but I do not regret reading these.
It’s okay. It’s cheap and it’s short and it’s moderately clever. I do not feel compelled to read any more but I do not regret reading these.