Science fiction is the thinking man's genre. It's about plausible scientific advancement. It's about ideas. It reflects the world back at us through a prism that allows us to consider and criticize from a safe distance. It is, at the risk of sounding pretentious, literature.
This is not that kind of science fiction. This third, mind-frying installment of Pulp: prefers to throw in with the...seedier...side of science fiction, the side that's far more likely to mug you behind the space station for your last few credits and then spend them on Venusian hyper-junk. Featuring killer fish from the unimaginable depths, mummies traveling through space and time, steampunk airship battles in outer space, Earth-napping aliens, and co-starring the tragic Autumn Frankenstein, professional fraud Mr. K, teen space adventurer "Loose" Jupiter, and more, this collection will never be mistaken for high-brow science fiction. It's better than science fiction. It's sci-fi.
