Special agent 007% hoisted the drugged man to his feet and placed his chin on the padded chin rest. After placing one of the man’s hands to a touch screen, 007% pulled up his eyelids and spoke the man’s name through his special mask. 007%’s voice sounded exactly like his victim’s; the retina and fingerprint…

“Here’s our House IPA. What do you think?” The sunburned young man slides the pint across the counter toward him, leaving a glistening trail of condensed moisture like a snail. He holds the pint up to the light to check its color. “Hmmm,” he muses, swishing it around a little. He inhales the aroma rising…

I’d like to put aside our usual humor for the greeting and acknowledge the enormous disaster that befell Japan on March 11th. First and foremost, our thoughts go out to victims and survivors in affected areas. We also salute the many personnel mobilized to the region, including members of Red Cross, the Self Defense Forces,…

He i-mailed her from the office, “i-m coming home.” On the train, he popped in his i-plugs and listened to i-hits. He then switched on his i-paper and read the headlines selected for him according to i-world’s secret algorithm. “Analysts warn of a bubble as i-shares hit an all time high.” “Controversy erupts again over…

He gave the secret knock. From the other side, he heard several bolts turn. The metal door opened. The person inside nodded and gave him passage. The members of the guild, once assembled, began unpacking their suitcases. Bottles, one by one, were placed on the roundtable. Compartments in the table opened, and gold-rimmed pint glasses…