Engineers are all basically high-functioning autistics who have no idea how normal people do stuff.

The accolade of your peers is very exciting, always. There's lots of good stuff on the ballot.

Put simply, I want to treat my readers as partners and not crooks. There is no future in calling your most active promoters crooks.

It's part of a cycle of stories I'm writing where I deconstruct classic science fiction.

Like all security, privacy is hard.

The idea that bigger haystacks have more needles in them is dumb on its face

Giant letters march across the dome of the sky: HOME NOT FOUND. Huw, who knows Comic Sans when she sees it, winces in mild disgust.