Archive for Juli, 2011


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by Achmed Khammas

After we had completed the installations on the moon where by now more than ten thousand people lived, I applied for my compensation to pay off the last instalments for our farm in Wyoming. After all I had promised my wife to stay on Earth and with her in the future after these „brainless adventures“ as she repeatedly called them. Although our two children already studied, she thought that some fatherly presence might help. I had just the opposite opinion but I certainly didn’t want to risk a marital dispute. Continue Reading »

Generation E: The Emoticon Generation

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by Guy Hasson

Six months ago, I snuck into my fifteen-year-old daughter’s room when she was asleep, ‘borrowed’ her iPhone, and started checking up on everything she’s been up to.

It was late at night, and I’d just seen Brian Williams profile pedophiles on the web. They’re out there, talking to teenagers anonymously, luring them away from their computers and into meetings in the physical world. Parents have no idea what their teenagers are doing on the web. And, yes, Williams gave us the money line, “Do you know what your kids are up to?” Continue Reading »

Pride and Joy

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by Gustavo Bondoni

Myrna signaled that she wanted to get off.

The driver eyed her in the mirror, his face registering surprise, „Whatcha want to get off here for?“ he asked. „There ain’t nothing around.“

It was true. This stretch of Highway 25, fifteen miles south of the ghost town of Socorro, New Mexico was just as desolate as any other, yet her GPS informed her that they were almost on top of the dirt road that led to the base. Continue Reading »

July 14., 2011: Post and Iwoleit win Kurd Laßwitz Preis

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InterNova editor Michael K. Iwoleit will receive this year’s Kurd Laßwitz Preis, the highest ranking German sf award, for his novella „Die Schwelle“, published in Nova 17.  Uwe Post, soon to be featured on InterNova, wins in the novel category with Walpar Tonnraffir und der Zeigefinger Gottes. For more information see

Dreams at Dusk

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by Achmed Khammas

Finally, I reached the motorway exit after playing the same music disk for the third time. I inhaled deeply and drove the car carefully into the curve. The asphalt was ruptured from years of neglect. Our friends and family frequently complained about the purchase of a country house that was so far from civilization, but its remote location was exactly why we had decided to buy the house in the first place. It meant that I was able to get away from everything, to write in peace and quiet without subjecting myself to the constant visits of bored city refugees eager to recover from the stress of city life. Real friends would visit despite the distance and would stay no longer than the weekend. Continue Reading »

Xochiquetzal and the Vengeance Fleet

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by Gerson Lodi-Ribeiro

“My Lord, the Zamorin of Calicut has imprisoned thy subjects, has killed one of thy Captains and has made mock of us throughout all the Indies. If we do not return to avenge this outrage, he will certainly carry out much worse ones, for which reason I have the greatest desire and will in my heart to destroy him and his city”.

– Vasco da Gama in Letter to the King Dom Manuel in 1521


After months and months of crossing the World Ocean, and several stops in strange lands, we have finally reached the legendary Calicut!

Before my very eyes exists a city without walls or defenses, which lies around the beach of the round inlet like a ring interlaced in silver and copper. The houses have white walls covered with beautiful reliefs, and roofs made of graying palm leaves. Continue Reading »

The Apprentice’s Kaleidoscope

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by Juan Antonio Fernández Madrigal


Like a burst. Lègere has closed his eyes for a moment, hardly a second, and a whole story has been projected onto his eyelids. He has distinguished a cliff and a dance of dark colors with a rhythm marked by the arpeggio of an imaginary clavichord. The arpeggio threads the warp of a large tapestry of music. Continue Reading »