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Dreams by the Dead Seas of Mars

“Monsters, John!  Monsters from the Id!” —Lt.  ‘Doc’ Ostrow, Forbidden Planet   My dreams are dreams of an unbearable heat, forged in the arid and attenuated atmosphere of Mars and tempered in the deep recesses of Olympos Mons—a place where old minds give birth to old patterns of an alien logic—where strange thoughts rise from red […]

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Does Mars Need Women?

I wrote this a in 2008 in anticipation of Valentine’s Day.  At the time, I didn’t know David Levy was an accomplished chess player. This one is a touch early, but I have electrifying plans for Valentine’s Day—plans that involve a microchip, silicone, a tube of lip-gloss, and lots and lots of whipped cream.

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