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Hugo Award News: A Double Nomination!
We are thrilled to announce that Escape Pod is again a finalist for the Hugo Award for Best Semiprozine, and for the first time, Mur & Divya are finalists for Best Editor, Short Form. Our excellent team’s work has led up to this recognition, and we’re so grateful to those who nominated us. We would be nothing without our audience, our authors who trust us to bring their stories to the world, and our narrators who help us get the stories there.
In extra special news, Escape Pod co-host and owner of Escape Artists, Alasdair Stuart, and COO Marguerite Kenner, and nominated in multiple categories for their work, our fire-breathing siblings over at PodCastle will join us on the ballot for Best Semiprozine, and alumni Sarah Gailey and Darcie Little Badger are finalists for their fiction. We are so proud and happy for them.
You can find a full list of this year’s finalists here. Congratulations to all of them!
Thank you from the bottoms of our heart for your support!
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2021 Hugo Voter Packet
Here’s where you can find our offering for the Hugo packet in one convenient download, or check it out episode by episode. The zip file includes all three ebook formats, the PDF in A4, and MP3s (335 MB).
Only members of DisCon III are eligible to vote on the 2021 Hugo Awards. You can check your membership status, or become a voting member, at the 2021 DisCon III registration page.
Voter Packet Episodes
- Escape Pod 714: “Marley and Marley” by J. R. Dawson, narrated by S. Kay Nash, hosted by Mur Lafferty, produced by Summer Brooks. Originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Nov/Dec 2017.
- Escape Pod 719: “A Hench Helps Her Villain, No Matter What” by Izzy Wasserstein, narrated by Sandra Espinoza, hosted by Tina Connolly, produced by Adam Pracht. An Escape Pod original published February 13, 2020.
- Escape Pod 725: “Falling Through” by Steen Comer, narrated by Roderick Aust. hosted by Mur Lafferty, produced by Summer Brooks. An Escape Pod original published March 26, 2020.
- Escape Pod 735: “Boris’ Bar (Summer Flashback), by Khaalidah Muhammad-Ali, narrated by Kaitie Radel, hosted by Alasdair Stuart, produced by Adam Pracht and Mat Weller. An Escape Pod original published June 4, 2020.
- Escape Pod 764: “In the Absence of Instructions to the Contrary” by Frank Wu, narrated by Roderick Aust, hosted by Mur Lafferty, Audio Producer : Summer Brooks. This story originally appeared in Analog Magazine in November 2016. It won the AnLab Award for short story.
- Escape Pod 765: “Tru Luv” by Sarah Pinsker, Mur Lafferty, hosted by S.B. Divya, produced by Adam Pracht. An Escape Pod original published December 31, 2020.
Special thanks to Matt Dovey and Jen Albert for their invaluable assistance preparing the voter packet!
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Genres: Space
Escape Pod 788: Broken (Flashback Friday)
Broken
by Jaxton Kimble
My favorite part about skimming is that I’m not broken when I do it. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have levels, that I’m on or off, because that’s how everything’s supposed to be when you’re in the hypernet. Even if I’m not supposed to be in the hypernet.
I’m only able to skim because Kaipo left my interface node on. That was the day he told me I could call him Kaipo instead of Dr. Singh. His eyes are different than mine, but that’s not because of the Skew, and even if it is I wouldn’t care, because they’re pretty and dark and they twinkle a little bit when he smiles. We’d had sex twice when he told me I could call him Kaipo if we’re alone. Sex is almost as good as skimming, only it doesn’t last as long, and sometimes I’m stinky afterwards, which I’m not a fan of. Sometimes Kaipo smells like pumpkin, which I’m totally a fan of.
“Overshare.”
“Hi, Heady,” I say, rolling onto my side on the bed to look at her. I frown, which I know because the muscles at my jawbone ache a little when I frown. “Did you hear all that?”
Heady raises an eyebrow and purses her lips. Heady’s my big sister. Like, really big. Eight and a half feet big. That’s what the Skew did to her, blew her up bigger than life, but I think it suits her. She’s not as tough as she looks to most people, though. She’s totally as tough as she looks to me right now.
“Sorry,” I say, sitting up. “Sometimes I get confused about outside and inside my head.” That’s what the Skew did to me: broke my head. You can see that when I cut my hair or trim my beard, because the hairs change colors each time. Other people tell me it’s silly, but I like it. I can never decide if I like red or blue or green or purple or yellow more, and this way I get to have them all, and all’s better than some.
Heady sighs.
“Don’t worry, Sy,” she says, because Sy’s my name. “You never have to apologize to me.”
She smiles, and the muscles in my cheeks tense up so I know I’m smiling, too. She’s a good big sister, Heady. Even if she’s not real.
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Escape Pod 787: Ascend, Exalt, Love, Propagate, Rise!
Ascend, Exalt, Love, Propagate, Rise!
By Sarah Kumari
The Glory smolders through Jehanne’s bloodstream, pulsing its encouragement.
The rivals who have survived along with him–officially ‘Fellow Eminents’ now that selection is over–twitch and moan as their addiction is quenched. Within minutes they are preening, flexing their muscles, stomping, or singing to Mother Elethra.
Jehanne’s training allows him to douse the call, to batter it down with a deliberate shifting of delta waves. He visualizes his metabolism disassembling the compound at industrial speed. This works for the moment.
In the crowd that fills the EverReach company spaceship, Indrine, the rebel woman pretending to be Jehanne’s mother, clutches the hand of the girl playing his sister. They are mixed in with the family and friends of the other Eminents along with villagers and unrelated Fervents that have made the pilgrimage.
The crowd prays collectively, feverish in their good fortune, for the EverReach company will reward the kin of Eminents for two generations.
If Jehanne succeeds in his true mission, his family will be slaughtered. (Continue Reading…)
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Genres: Robot
Escape Pod 786: The Steel Magnolia Metaphor
The Steel Magnolia Metaphor
by Jennifer Lee Rossman
Each petal was carefully shaped from the finest iron-carbon alloy, curved delicately while still hot and meticulously positioned to overlap with its neighbors just so to form a blossom. Astrid gazed lovingly at the way each petal’s razor-sharp edge glinted in the light of the setting sun, at the way her creation cast a shadow indistinguishable from the other ornamental trees in Mama’s garden.
Mama didn’t look too pleased, though.
She had her fake smile on, the one she used when she knew she had to be proud of Astrid but couldn’t quite figure out how. Astrid was used to adults using that smile around her machines. And around her in general.
“It’s very pretty,” Mama said finally, swatting at a mosquito that had flown near her face. “But I’m not sure I understand what it is.”
“It’s a steel magnolia,” Astrid said, devastated. How could Mama not recognize the main character of her favorite movie?
A sadness came over Mama’s face, which was entirely the wrong emotion. There’d been too much sadness around the house already. “Oh, honey.” She made to put her arm around Astrid, like she’d do with the boys, but stopped herself. “Honey, Steel Magnolias isn’t about a magnolia made of steel. It’s about friendship and strong Southern women.”
Astrid frowned. That didn’t sound right.
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Genres: Research, Technology
Escape Pod 785: Death, the Universe, and Everything
Show Notes
An international list of suicide prevention hotlines and other suicide prevention resources is available HERE.
Death, the Universe, and Everything
By Sherin Nicole
The morning after it happened for the first time, I–
I’m not sure if I should tell you, but maybe you can tell me. If your understanding of reality fundamentally changes, does it change you?
And how responsible am I for who you become?
I don’t know.
And that relative state of not knowing is the start of my conundrum. And my conflict.
The morning after it happened for the first time, I woke up with half of my soul hanging out of my body. The worst case of pins and needles possible. The pain was a soft plodding ache, but it couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. It hurt. (Continue Reading…)
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Genres: Space
Escape Pod 784: Annotated Setlist of the Mikaela Cole Jazz Quintet
Annotated Setlist of the Mikaela Cole Jazz Quintet
by Catherine George
Tight Squeeze
That solo! Art blowing so hard and so hot, jumping out like a solar flare. Art, the only one of us with a real instrument, a beat-up old brass thing with the spit of two hundred years of play in it—and, well, sometimes we thought you could hear the difference. Oh, people said the three-d printers could make horns that sounded just as good, blew just as pure, and Mikaela said it was worth it to have anti-grav, so she could tow the piano behind her wheelchair—but still, there was something about knowing the horn had been on Earth, that there might be red clay or Terran bacteria gummed up under the keys. Every note heavy with the weight of time.
We never asked Art where he’d gotten a real Earth tenor sax, but there must have been a doozy of a story there.
(Continue Reading…)
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Genres: Humor, Medical, Robot, Space, Technology
Escape Pod 783: Report of Dr. Hollowmas on the Incident at Jackrabbit Five
Report of Dr. Hollowmas on the Incident at Jackrabbit Five
By T. Kingfisher
The following report is from the Jackrabbit Colony, Five Tau, regarding the incidents occurring during 7-5-11-8881, fifth rotation, involving Marine Midwife Unit Eleven-Gamma.
Incident report has been taken using the I-Witness program from your friends at Taxon Interrogation Software, with explanatory notes added and our new clarification system, saving you valuable time and manpower! At Taxon, Clarity is Our Business!(tm)
This is the l-Witness program from Taxon Programming. I will be taking your report today. Please relax and answer normally. When explanatory notes or clarifications are added, please indicate if they are correct by stating ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ when prompted. Remember, clarity is our business!
Sure.
Please state your name for the record.
I’m Doc Hollow.
Please state your full legal name for the record.
(sigh) Lin Hollowmas.
Clarification: This is Lin Hollowmas, PhD, DVM, FRCVM…
Yeah, that one.
… current position Doctor of Veterinary Medicine, Jackrabbit Colony?
Yeah.
Thank you, Doctor Hollowmas. Please state your purpose today. (Continue Reading…)
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Genres: Artificial Intelligence, Computer, Dystopia, Technology
Escape Pod 782: Electronic Ghosts
Electronic Ghosts
By Innocent Chizaram Ilo
I
If Nneora had died two weeks earlier, her daughter, Anaeto, would not have resurrected her ghost. That was the night Nneora ran a fever, laid convulsing in bed, a slimy froth trickling from the corners of her lips. She had just finished telling Anaeto a story about a woman who fled home to find love. And when the fever subsided, she proceeded to talk to her late mother, Lolo-Nwa, in a tongue that reeked of everything living and dead. Dying on a night like that would have meant Nneora died complete, that her daughter was prepared for her death.
But Nneora will die this evening, when the air is the same as the feel of damp salt on dry skin. She will die midway telling Anaeto a new story. Nobody would believe, not that you can blame them, that Anaeto will do what she does because she is scared the Ghost Of Unfinished Stories will haunt her. Not even Anaeto herself. At some point, she will tell herself this lie: that she resurrected her mother’s ghost because the inquisitive scientist in her wanted to know how the story that numbed on the old woman’s lifeless lips ended. This is more plausible, more logical. A more scientific reason. (Continue Reading…)
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Escape Pod 781: Seed Vault (Part 2)
Seed Vault (Part 2)
By Marika Bailey
The desert rain has lulled me and I sleep all the way through the daylight hours. It is only when the light recedes and the temperature of the desolation plummets that I awaken. Minn has gathered close to me, her large musky bulk keeping me warm. Around us, there are ice crystals on the grey earth, gilding the parched shrubgrass.
It does not get this cold in the village. Our air and earth are protected by the founding guardian line that rings every settlement. So we do not have the same extremes on the red as there is in the desolation.
That last morning I left the house early, before Manman woke. Sometimes it felt like she only ever slept when I did. Passing the small garden where dasheen and eddo burst happily from rich soil, I went out to the borders of the red. Riding my manicou, Minn, it was a few minutes from the house to where the staggered boundary of stone ancestors marked the end of the red and the beginning of the desolation. I’d heard that the larger settlements had multiple rings of boundaries, pushing back back against the grey sands. But we were a young town, and had just the one.
Being out, I never wanted to turn back. It was the fire on the horizon that brought me out of my small room and smaller bed. The sands, grey, white, and black, flowed in an ombre dance as far as the eye could see. As tidal as the broken piebald seas.
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