Clarke, Neil (ed) - Not One of Us / Кларк, Нил (ред) - Не один из нас [2018, EPUB, ENG]

Touring with the Alien novelette by Carolyn Ives Gilman Laws of Survival / Правила выживания novelette by Nancy Kress At Play in the Fields short story by Steve Rasnic Tem The Ants of Flanders / Муравьи с полей Фландрии novella by Robert Reed Taking Care of God / Забота о Боге novelette by Cixin Liu Water Scorpions short story by Rich Larson The Three Resurrections of Jessica Churchill short story by Kelly Robson Men Are Trouble / От мужчин одни проблемы novelette by James Patrick Kelly They Shall Salt the Earth with Seeds of Glass novelette by Alaya Dawn Johnson Bits short story by Naomi Kritzer And Never Mind the Watching Ones novelette by Keffy R. M. Kehrli Dark Heaven / Тёмные небеса novella by Gregory Benford Nine-Tenths of the Law short story by Molly Tanzer Five Stages of Grief After the Alien Invasion short story by Caroline M. Yoachim Time of the Snake short story by A. M. Dellamonica The Fear Gun novelette by Judith Berman Tendeléo's Story / История Тенделео novella by Ian McDonald The Choice / Выбор novelette by Paul J. McAuley Passage of Earth / Остановка на Земле short story by Michael Swanwick Reborn / Перерождённый novelette by Ken Liu Story of Your Life / История твоей жизни novella by Ted Chiang

Each of us feels that there is a single “I” in control. But that is an illusion that the brain works hard to produce ... —Steven Pinker, The Blank Slate

I remember being Reborn. It felt the way I imagine a fish feels as it’s being thrown back into the sea. The Judgment Ship slowly drifts in over Fan Pier from Boston Harbor, its metallic disc-shaped hull blending into the dark, roiling sky, its curved upper surface like a pregnant belly. It is as large as the old Federal Courthouse on the ground below. A few escort ships hover around the rim, the shifting lights on their surfaces sometimes settling into patterns resembling faces. The spectators around me grow silent. The Judgment, scheduled four times a year, still draws a big crowd. I scan the upturned faces. Most are expressionless, some seem awed. A few men whisper to each other and chuckle. I pay some attention to them, but not too much. There hasn’t been a public attack in years. . . .