Blood & Water
Camille Alexa, Derryl Murphy, Julie E. Czerneda, Douglas Smith, Claude Lalumière, Kevin Cockle, M.L.D. Curelas, Jean-Louis Trude
Language: English
Pages: 189
ISBN: 2:00343245
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Conflicts over resources are as old as human history.
Climate change, along with continued population expansion and changes to the world economic order, adds a significant new factor to the equation. We can live without diamonds and gold, we can even find alternatives to oil, but water, food, land, and air are irreplaceable.
Blood & Water presents an impressive collection of writers representing every region of the country whose stories are set from coast to coast to coast.
Mostly science fiction, with a sprinkling of the fantastic, Blood and Water presents a bleak future – but also offers hope and even joy.
Perhaps that is the 'uniquely Canadian perspective'- every conflict has a resolution, every problem has an answer.
mate for half that. Tim was always the shortest man on the crew, but his wiry strength was always more than a match for the greenhorns that came and went every couple years. “So what’s this about the boy’s timing?” “It’s Mike—” “Of course it is.” Mike was Tim’s brother—a few years younger and about half as smart. Trey’d always suspected his dad only kept Mike on so he wouldn’t lose Tim. “He was heading home from Sheila’s last night. Three sheets to the wind. Thinks he tripped over a cat or
skyline, drenching the world in crimson. It didn’t look like anywhere on earth I could name. It didn’t look like anywhere on earth. The troop moved out, eyes fixed solidly ahead, hands hanging limp at their sides. Apart from their glazed expressions, they were alike in one thing: none of them were wearing shoes. Vagrants in tattered clothing, stock brokers in banker’s grey, secretaries, shop keepers, paraded past me into the blistered landscape. “Wait!” I dashed after them, scanning the faces
inheritance into the deal. “I need a knock-out punch,” Mohamed said. He called the ministerial staffer back that night, and proposed a bidders’ summit, a combined demonstration where the Minister and the Vice-President could compare the companies. The possibility of billions of dollars of investment attracted politicians the way cotton candy drew clowns. The Ministry of Natural Resources had rapidly constructed a warm and roughly furnished lookout on ground high enough to overlook a broad,
firing started again, heavier this time. Keeping my head down, I started to concentrate on a shift. It was our last chance. They wanted blood. Robbie grabbed my arm just as I sensed them. Too late. Something crashed down on my skull, and I slumped forward, stunned. Fighting for control, I managed to turn my head to look behind me. Two men. Two rifles. The firing from in front of us stopped. These two had used that sound cover to sneak up behind us. Focusing on my shift had dulled my other
manufacturing superpower, China had taken full advantage of the new bacteria. It had to. In order to remain the world’s workshop, it needed to brake the rise of oil prices. Container ships couldn’t sail on solar power alone, they needed a carbon-rich fuel. And so China had become a massive producer of biofuels. From the point of view of climate change, the conversion of carbon emissions into hydrocarbons only delayed the addition of carbon dioxide to the planet’s atmosphere since the fuel would