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Aurealis #108
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Aurealis is a quality speculative fiction magazine. It has been continuously published for over 25 years and has featured many of the genres foremost writers and illustrators. Aurealis is published ten time a year from February to December. Each issue features stories, non-fiction and reviews from around the world.

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    Aurealis #108 - Stephen Higgins (Editor)

    AUREALIS #108

    Australian Fantasy & Science Fiction

    Edited by Stephen Higgins

    Published by Chimaera Publications at Smashwords

    Copyright of this compilation Chimaera Publications 2018

    Copyright on each story remains with the contributor

    EPUB version ISBN 978-1-922031-65-5

    ISSN 2200-307X (electronic)

    CHIMAERA PUBLICATIONS

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    Contents

    From the Cloud—Stephen Higgins

    Machine Language—Anya Ow

    The Astronaut—Jen White

    May I Borrow Your Lighter, Please?—Abhishek Sengupta

    Surrealism and Science Fiction—Lachlan Walter

    Monsters and Female Power: the Legacy of Buffy—Claire Fitzpatrick

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    Credits

    From the Cloud

    Stephen Higgins

    Recently I began dabbling in recording music. I play guitar well enough to amuse myself and annoy others. I purchased a mini keyboard and I can pick out notes well enough to add some keyboard sounds to my music and of course I have a lot of software so those sounds can be souped up to some pretty amazing levels. And I have a bass guitar and I surprised myself by being quite good at coming up with some nice bass lines even if I do say so myself.

    Anyway, I enjoyed it all so much I am thinking about really getting serious about music making and inflicting it on the masses and given that the music industry has changed even more than the book industry, there is plenty of scope to do this.

    I have been at this for a few months and have started to notice something going on with my music. When I write a story (and that isn’t often) I have to avoid reading work in a similar genre as I find myself writing in the style of whoever I am reading. Or at least that has happened enough for me to be wary of it and to avoid it happening by reading fantasy or mainstream if I am writing a science fiction story. The same thing occurred ages ago when I was writing playscripts. I had to avoid reading plays as I began to sound like whoever I might have been reading. I wrote some very good David Williamson and Joe Orton plays during this period.

    The same thing is happening with my music. If I am reading science fiction, I write what is often termed ‘Space Rock’ and if it is very subtle science fiction, the music gets a bit of an ambient feel to it. Similarly, if I am listening to ambient music, I create ambient music. I got back into Mike Oldfield a while ago and started to sound a bit ‘Oldfieldian,’ which would be good if I had his talent, skill and creativity. I do go through phases in my listening, as do most I guess, and lately it has all been ‘progressive’ music with Pink Floyd, Hawkwind and King Crimson all featuring heavily. Consequently, a lot of my music has tended to drift in this direction. Now, I am limited by my lack of musical prowess, but I am pretty happy with the results. However, I do feel a change in listening coming up. This is usually signalled by a vague interest in other artists and a test of the waters in listening to people whose work I have not listened to before. The thing is, I feel a singer songwriter/folky phase is going to arrive for me. Maybe I’ll end up writing music in a folk/space rock vein?

    I have begun to take a greater interest in the creative process and this is one of the reasons I like the ‘Story behind the story’ that we ask all of our fiction contributors to write. It gives an insight into the way they wrote the story and also WHY they wrote it. I feel this adds a lot to the reading experience. But I do wonder what music they were listening to when they wrote the story.

    All the best from the cloud.

    Stephen Higgins

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    Machine Language

    Anya Ow

    They took fourteen days to install the ghost aboard the Arunta. First the keystones were seeded in the hull in steel pods: a handful of bloodied gravel near the bridge, a shard of shattered windscreen in Engineering and more, peppering the ship at uneven gasps. The medium did the rest, grafting the ghost that he had lifted from the shattered tree into the keystones. Then they left Julian to it.

    Unnatural as the Arunta looked when powered down on emergency reserves, it was still the sheer quiet that made his skin crawl. On any other day, the ANZAC-class starcruiser was more like a hive: drone-lieutenants circling their queen-Admiral in the bridge, worker-ensigns and noncom staff buzzing through its compact and starkly lit arteries. Everyone had been evacuated two hours ago, the bridge sealed in, Engineering remotely rigged for a total blowout. Julian began his lonely watch in his usual seat, in the prow tier at Navigation. Two hours in and he’d done two nervous circuits of the bridge, clamping along on gravboots. Beyond the tiers, the bridge looked out into empty space, Luna visible only as a faint grey arc at the very edge of the arcglass.

    The medium hadn’t been specific about how long a graft needed to take. Nobody had tried a ghost-graft on something as big as a starcruiser before. Julian blew out a sigh and sank back into his seat, which

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