by David Bowman
So imagine the world without electricity; communication is by pigeon again, and everybody is somehow very postmodern. Also imagine strung-out nannies packing serious heat to ward off babynappers since the fertility rate dropped to near zero. And this is all, our psychic narrator informs us, either because Dylan went electric at the Newport Jazz Festival in 1965, or because of a child conceived in an elevator at the moment Reagan was shot. Bunny Modern is satirical postmodern SF, and it works.
copyright © 1998 John Regehr