His particle physics class at the Autonomous University of Madrid summarily interrupted, Father Felipe Bernal found himself chauffeured to the airport, paging through the supporting documents of a proposal that became more far-fetched the deeper he dug into the pile. “Someone’s claiming a breakthrough in Extremely Low Frequency electromagnetic communication?”

This story first appeared in the April 2025 issue of Antipodean SF. https://www.antisf.com/

Within a year of Dr. Theokleia Ouranidou’s tenure at the Vissel Tri-State Memory Care and Neurological Rehabilitation Centre, our success treating Alzheimer’s and Traumatic Brain Injury patients became the world standard. I saw unresponsive, even catatonic, patients awaken into a renewed, fully aware life with their loved ones. I saw war-injured veterans reacquire full control of their bodies after the undamaged parts of their brains completely retrained themselves in response to the physical therapy.

(This story first appeared in Antipodean SF issue 317, March 2025)

Millimeter for millimeter, the cosmic ray neutron shielding power of iron outperforms lead by a factor of five. And Carl Newman’s Remote Sensing suite had found the mother of all mother lodes in the largest asteroid belt ever seen by man; free for the taking. And, as if that were not enough, low orbit magneto-metric mapping of the system’s only habitable planet suggested it too contained vast underground deposits of the metal.

(This story first appeared in the anthology Alien Dimensions; Space Fiction Short Story Anthology Series #23; Edited by Neil A. Hogan, 2022)

Nothing can be in two places at the same time or in two times at the same place. The first seems obvious to us. The second is guaranteed by the expansion of the universe and the fact that every planet, every star, every galaxy in the universe is constantly moving. Here won’t be here tomorrow.

(This story first appeared in Antipodean SF issue 283, 21 Apr. 2022)

One more year — I told Devon that’s all we needed. I was so sure that working together we would find the key to prolong the reaction. But Devon doubted. His allowance consumed and the debts mounting, his pride could not abide the shame of failure. Even though I told him it did not matter to me, that I had already found two families that would have hired me as governess, that I knew we could succeed together, he would not have it. So we went to America to see this John Keely. It was December of 1887; the man was at the height of his fame.

(This story first appeared in Antipodean SF issue 280; January 2022)

“Cuneiform?” Air Marshall James Garrett of the Royal Australian Air Force bristled as his eyes swept through that roomful of alliance cryptologists. In the end, he just hung his head and muttered. “Why the hell would a technologically advanced civilisation, centuries ahead of our own, store their classified data in cuneiform?”

(This story was first published in the October issue of Antipodean SF, the speculative fiction e-zine. It also appeared April 10, 2022 as a podcast in the Antipodean SF Radio Show.)