Widespread caffeine use explains a lot about the twentieth century.

On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.

Screw every known human culture.

Pop science goes flying off in all kinds of fashionable directions, and it often drags a lot of SF writers with it. I've been led astray like that myself at times.

No, that’s journalism. The truth is whatever you can’t escape.

I don't have any structured grand plan; I just intend to keep writing about the things that interest me-some of which change, some of which don't.

You know what they say the modern version of Pascal's Wager is? Sucking up to as many Transhumanists as possible, just in case one of them turns into God.