Autonomous

by Annalee Newitz

Selling a bag of those dementia meds wouldn’t have gotten him much more than a year’s worth of euphorics and gambling in some Arctic resort right on the beach.

Oh, not much then? Enough for a year long vacation on the beach, gambling and doing recreational drugs? Pocket change.

She staggered back in a spray of cauterized tissue and guttering neuroelectrical impulses. Redbeard screamed, his blood-soaked body at last in harmony with his pseudonym.

Silver lining