Editorial

• "Archie Bunker" -- Editor, Scott C. Carr

Short Fiction

• "Einstein, Einstein, Einstein" by Gregg Delcurla
  "Most of them, at least, were pretty bright."

• "The Miracle" a short-short by Dagney Wilde
  "A dedicated search for uniforms as remained..."

• "The Fence" by Wolf Peterson
  "Another second and he hit the line. Everything in his face just sort of froze, and when I say froze, brother I mean dead.. "

Series

• "The Man Who Sold Marionettes" by Gregg Delcurla
  [Part Two] -- "But I knew right then, witness to all of those undisturbed remains, that there were no animals left in New Jersey. No animal animals at least."

• "Six Days In December: From the Journals of Jonathan Hemingway"
  by Justine Entrophe [Plain Text Version]
  [Part Two] -- "Jan.uary the 6th, 2071 Well, Christmas has come and gone, although truth be told, it's been almost twenty five years since Christmas was legal..."

• "Wasteland Blues" by Andrew Conry-Murray and Scott C. Carr
  [Part Two] -- "Leggy smiled, he had to admit it was good to be away from San Nuyammo. Only now that he was away could he see clearly how much the struggling camp was truly dying under the decay of living in the shadow of the Wasteland--eating itself alive in a cancerous, futile grasp at existence. But in Levitton at least there was hope."

• "Hot Dog and Crazy" by Christopher Wagner
  [Contains Explicit Violence and Mature Content --Ed][Part Two] -- "Crazy's lecture was cut short with a forceful grunt as he and Hot Dog, along with two of the dead pleasure cruisers, landed on the tracks of a low railroad bridge extending across the river."

• "To Drive the Cold Winter Away" by G.W. Thomas
  [Part Two] -- "A high-pitched squeal not unlike a loose fan belt. Our shotguns were raised, ready. Whether it was that full moon or just a break in the gusts of snowy cloud, we could now see exactly what we were facing."

• "The Thousand Year Nixon" by Synne Christian
  [Part Two] -- "The desert here is littered with broken factories and Joshua trees. The sand has been baked into rock, and even melted into glass in some places. A sort of unnatural tarmac, as far as the eye can see. And it is hotter than hell."