TY - JOUR
AU - Berger, Steven
AB - Science fiction Futures A taste of things to come. By Steven Berger shook the pulsefish by the tail, the last woman came out, levelling a gun at my head. “It takes a while for the Solar System to drops of blood draining from its opened Beneath yellow eyes, a bandana wrapped her appreciate Europa’s delicacies.” throat into the dark waters. Between the face. “Knife down, fisherman.” She rolled her eyes. “The Bounty Board had pulsing vibrations of the fish and the sway I set the knife between the fillet and a thin, ’em pictured with coarse pepper and lemon.” I of my boat, it was hard to keep my knife clean blade. Her grunts, a pair of boyish men “I’ve got the pepper. The lemon, though. I straight as I sliced through its ghastly skin. My in long jackets with big belts buckled at the haven’t seen one of those since I was a child.” hands were fully numbed by the time I plopped waist, threw hooks over the side of my railing Eventually they found my haul, on ice, and a white fillet onto the cutting board, as if I was and laid a plank across. began chucking 
TI - Practice on a pulsefish
JO - Nature
DO - 10.1038/d41586-021-00545-7
DA - 2021-03-03
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/springer-journals/practice-on-a-pulsefish-exba6rcNo1
VL - OnlineFirst
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DP - DeepDyve
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