In the Lands of the Spill
A story of feral AIs, flooded Vietnam, and the lands of the Spill…
- Locus Award finalist, 2020, Best Short Story
It was a quiet stretch of the Red River: glistening waters that parted under my legs, and the damaged karst pillars rising on either side of me like fallen fortresses, and the remnants of the pre-Spill factories: the sharp fragments of faceted domes, the corroded walls, the forlorn ruins of the era of unbridled excesses.
