A story of mine is up right now at the Intergalactic Medicine Show. It’s called Riding the Signal, and I like the editor’s blurb about it so much I’m just going to shamelessly rip it off here–
When a secret group of high-tech mercenaries get attacked with a variant of their own long-distance animal-robot devices, their only chance of survival rides on two things they’ve never had to do before: work together, and get their own hands dirty.
I wrote this one a while ago, and have been tinkering with it since, mostly reworking the ending and tightening it up. One of the last passes was through this group, so thanks for the crits, guys.
Now I can stop worrying about trying to sell this one, and can start obsessing over its reviews.