SOMETHING CALLED THE “BLUE JUICE” IS COMING. FOR ALL OF US. Luckily, me (Chip Collins), Pete, Nikola Tesla, Bobo, and FBI Agent Gina Phillips are here to kick its a**, and send it back to last Tuesday. Maybe. Or maybe we’ll fail. We’ll see.
J.L. Forrest writes from the wet techno-jungles of the Pacific Northwest, the high deserts of the Rocky Mountains, or the Old Country in Roma, Italia. His work appears in Analog Science Fiction and Fact, Crossed Genres, Third Flatiron, and others.