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    Forever Magazine Issue 4: Forever Magazine, #4
    Forever Magazine Issue 4: Forever Magazine, #4
    Forever Magazine Issue 4: Forever Magazine, #4
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    Forever Magazine Issue 4: Forever Magazine, #4

    By Neil Clarke, Robert Reed, Juliette Wade and Elizabeth Bear

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    Forever is a new monthly science fiction magazine that features previously published stories you might have missed. Each issue will feature a novella, a brief interview with the novella's author, two short stories, and cover art by Ron Guyatt. Edited by the Hugo and World Fantasy Award winning editor of Clarkesworld Magazine, Neil Clarke.

    Our fourth issue features a novella by Robert Reed ("The Man With the Golden Balloon"), short stories by Juliette Wade ("Cold Words") and Elizabeth Bear ("The Hand is Quicker--"), and a short interview with Robert Reed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWyrm Publishing
    Release dateMay 1, 2015
    ISBN9781890464547
    Forever Magazine Issue 4: Forever Magazine, #4
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    Neil Clarke

    Neil Clarke (neil-clarke.com) is the multi-award-winning editor of Clarkesworld Magazine and over a dozen anthologies. A eleven-time finalist and the 2022/2023 winner of the Hugo Award for Best Editor Short Form, he is also the three-time winner of the Chesley Award for Best Art Director. In 2019, Clarke received the SFWA Kate Wilhelm Solstice Award for distinguished contributions to the science fiction and fantasy community. He currently lives in New Jersey with his wife and two sons

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      Forever Magazine Issue 4 - Neil Clarke

      Forever Magazine

      ISSUE 4

      © Wyrm Publishing, 2015

      wyrmpublishing.com

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      Table of Contents

      Introduction

      by Neil Clarke

      The Man With the Golden Balloon

      a novella by Robert Reed

      A Few Words with Robert Reed

      Cold Words

      a novelette by Juliette Wade

      The Hand is Quicker—

      a novelette by Elizabeth Bear

      About the Artist and Authors

      Introduction

      Neil Clarke

      Welcome to the fourth issue of Forever Magazine!

      This month’s novella is The Man With the Golden Balloon by Robert Reed and it set in his Greatship world. If you enjoy this one, I highly recommend his Greatship collection and the Greatship novels: Marrow, The Well of Stars, and The Memory of Sky.

      We also have Cold Words by Juliette Wade and The Hand is Quicker— by Elizabeth Bear. I’ve published stories by both of them at Clarkesworld and am quite pleased to be able to bring your some more of their work.

      I don’t have any significant news to report this month, but I will say that Forever is off to a nice start. The reception so far has been largely positive and the feedback quite useful. As always, I welcome any thoughts or questions you might have and hope that you’ll consider telling your friends about Forever. At this early stage in the magazine, it’s important for us to build up our subscriber base and word of mouth marketing you can spare will be greatly appreciated.

      As always, thanks for reading! Until next month . . .

      -Neil

      The Man With the Golden Balloon

      Robert Reed

      1

      Quee Lee learned about the Vermiculate from an unlikely source—a painfully respectable gentleman who never took pleasure from adventuring or the unexpected. But their paths happened to cross during a feast given by mutual friends, and after the customary pleasantries, he gently pulled the ancient woman aside, remarking, I have some news that might be of interest to you.

      Well, I have interest to spare, she said.

      Then with a precise, mildly perturbed voice, he explained how one tiny portion of the Great Ship had never been adequately mapped.

      How can that be? Quee Lee asked skeptically. The captains’ first priority was to locate every shipboard cavern and dead-end tunnel. Even the tiniest crevice wears some unique name.

      Oh, the captains were thorough, the man admitted, never one to openly doubt authority. But the Ship has the mass and volume of Uranus, with engines bigger than moons and fuel tanks that can swallow oceans whole.

      Yes, mapping the enigmatic body was a challenge. But the early captains were clever, stubborn souls. Their survey began with several million robots—small, elegantly designed machines bristling with sensors and curious limbs. Scrambling through the Ship’s interior, the robots memorized every empty volume, and whenever a passageway split in two, the robots paused, feasting on the local rock and metal while building copies of their obsessive selves. As prolific as carpenter ants or harum-scarum fleas, those early scouts soon numbered in the trillions, and ruled by simple unyielding instructions, they moved ever deeper inside the Ship, eventually scurrying down every hole, fashioning a precise three-dimensional model of the Ship’s vacant interior.

      But the method had limitations. Doorless bubbles and pockets and finger-wide seams lay out of reach; more than a few long caverns were sealed beneath kilometers of iron and hyperfiber. Yet with sonic probes and neutrino knives, the Ship’s engineers made even those buried places visible. The only unmapped region was the Ship’s distant core. The Master Captain was being honest when she stood on the bridge, proclaiming that her fabulous machine had been mapped in full; and its crew and countless passengers had little reason but believe every promise that this voyage would remain routine—a blissful journey that would eventually circumnavigate the bright heart of the Milky Way.

      Quee Lee explained all of this, and her companion bristled.

      I understand how the Ship was mapped, he said. What I’m telling you is that despite everyone’s best efforts, a few empty spaces are lurking out there.

      And how do we know this?

      Because the Master Captain owns a team of AI savants—brilliant machines designed to do nothing but ponder the Ship and its mysteries. One of those AIs recently made a fresh analysis of old data, and one glaring gap was discovered. One blank spot on the captains’ map and nobody understands how this could have happened.

      And when did we learn this?

      But we haven’t learned anything, he countered, his voice breaking at the edges. This is a very grave, very important business. Only the highest ranking captains know about the flaw.

      And you, she pointed out.

      Well, yes, I know portions of the story. But I can’t tell how or why, and please don’t ask me.

      And why are you telling me?

      Because it occurred to me, he said, producing a hopeful smile. You of all people would appreciate hearing this news.

      Give a rich secret to the blandest soul, and he will turn into a fountain of knowledge. And Quee Lee was a charming presence as well as a very desirable audience: A wealthy woman from the Old Earth and one of a handful of humans onboard the Ship who could remember that precious moment when their species turned a sensitive ear to the sky, hearing intelligent sounds raining down from the stars. In that sense, she was a remarkable and very rare creature—a lady of genuine fame inside the human community. She was also beautiful and poised, socially gifted and universally liked. Given this kind of opportunity, any healthy, insecure heterosexual male would work hard to impress Quee Lee.

      Our captains are worried, her confidant said. The Master Captain took the trouble of waking one of the old surveying robots and putting it down a promising hole. And do you know what happened?

      You’re going to tell me, I hope.

      The robot lost its way. The man shivered, bothered by this turn of events. The machine fumbled around in the darkness, and then with nothing to say for itself, it climbed back out of the hole again.

      Fascinating, she said.

      I knew you would enjoy this, he whispered, offering a smile and quick wink. After millennia of traveling together, he had finally managed to engage the interest of this beautiful creature.

      Perri will want to hear this story, she mentioned.

      But I wish you wouldn’t mention it, the man said. Then a worse possibility occurred to him. I understood your husband is traveling now. He isn’t here with us, is he?

      Oh, but he is. For the last several weeks, Perri had been riding a saddle strapped to the back of a squid-like alien called the Gi-Gee, enjoying wild swims in a frigid river of ammonium hydrate. But by chance, he had just now slipped into the party. Of course her husband would want to learn of this news. A thousand souls were scattered across the room, human and otherwise. Most of the celebrants were dressed in gaudy, look-at-me costumes—which was only proper, since these were among the wealthiest, most powerful individuals to be found in the galaxy. But looking past the towering egos, Quee Lee waved at the only human male dressed in plain, practical clothes.

      I don’t want this to be known, the man said. Not outside our little circle, please.

      The tone was the message: Perri was neither wealthy nor important, which made him unacceptable.

      But Quee Lee laughed off the insult as well as the earnest pleas for silence. Oh, I’m sure my husband’s already heard about the Vermiculate, she said. Perri knows the Ship as well as any captain does, and he knows everyone onboard who matters too. Then she winked, adding sweetly, And he knows you, of course.

      Of course.

      Yet for some reason Perri wasn’t familiar with this rumor. He listened intently as Quee Lee related the mystery, and yes, he was familiar with the region called the Vermiculate. It was an intricate nest of dry caves, very few entrances leading to a million dead ends. But he never knew that some portion of those caverns had escaped mapping.

      The other man rocked nervously side to side.

      Tell it again, Perri demanded, tugging at the fellow’s elbow. From the beginning, everything you know.

      But there weren’t many new details to share.

      I think I see what’s happening, Perri said. This is just an old rumor reborn. The first two passengers to come onboard the Great Ship started this story. Over drinks or in somebody’s bed, they convinced themselves there had to be secret places and unmapped corners. It helped heighten the sense of adventure, don’t you see? And every century or two, without fail, that same old legend puts on a new costume and takes its walk in public.

      But this is no rumor, the man said. And I don’t approve of legends. What I told you is the truth, I swear it.

      Yet you won’t name your source, Perri pointed out.

      I cannot, the man said. Frankly, I wish I hadn’t said this much.

      Unlike all of the well-moneyed souls in the room, Perri wore a boyish face and a pretty, almost juvenile smile. When it served his needs, he played the role of a smart child surrounded by very foolish adults. It scares the hell out of you, doesn’t it, sir? You hear about this puzzle, and you’re the kind of creature who won’t fall asleep unless every puzzle is solved, every question mark erased.

      And what is wrong with that? asked the rumor’s source.

      What’s right about it? Perri asked.

      Quee Lee had expected that response, and when it came, she laughed softly.

      The gentleman bristled, looking at her. My dear, I thought you would be interested in this matter. But if you’re going to tease me—

      I didn’t mean that, she began.

      But the man had his excuse to turn and march away. No doubt he would avoid Quee Lee for the rest the day, and if genuinely angry, she wouldn’t see him for the next fifty years.

      I shouldn’t have laughed, Quee Lee admitted.

      And he shouldn’t forgive you, said Perri. But he will.

      True enough. Fifty years of chilled silence was nothing among immortals. All but the most malicious slights were eventually pardoned, or at least discarded as memories not worth carrying any farther. It’s too bad that the story isn’t true, she said. I wish there was an unmapped cave hiding out there.

      Oh, but there is, said Perri.

      Quee Lee worked through the possibilities. You lied to me, she complained. You’d already heard about the Vermiculate.

      I didn’t, and I haven’t.

      Then how can you say—?

      Easily, he interrupted. Your friend might be a wonderful soul. He might be charitable and sweet—

      Hardly.

      But the man has never once shown me the barest trace of imagination. I seriously doubt that he could dream up such a tale, and I know he wouldn’t repeat some wild fable, unless it came from a reasonable, responsible source.

      Such as?

      One of the captains, said Perri.

      But why would an officer take any passenger into his or her confidence? She hesitated, and laughed. I suppose our friend is rather wealthy.

      Wealthier even than you, Perri agreed.

      And if he happened to be sleeping with a captain . . . 

      That’s my cynical guess.

      Nothing about her husband’s mind was unknown. You already know which captain it is. Don’t you?

      I have a robust notion, he said.

      Tell

      Not here. Stroking her arm with a fond hand, he said, My candidate has rank and connections, and she’s desperately fond of money. And if you mix those qualifications with the fact that she, like that prickly man sulking over there, doesn’t appreciate mysteries . . . 

      Is the Vermiculate unmapped? she asked.

      If any place is. With long

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