The Oracle

By Kevin J. Phyland

sfgenreIt started as a random question between two editors at a science fiction convention at the club bar of the hotel after the forums had finished for the day.

“Who is your most perceptive writer?” asked Deelie Sampson the editor of Future Perfect, a semi prozine specialising in science fiction, horror and general flotsam that the better paying markets passed on.

Across from him sat Kieran Asgard, the gaunt and slightly soused editor of Stupendous Tales, an even less regarded market for what most aficionados kindly called conspiracy fiction. Its pages were generally filled with UFO tales and government and/or alien plots to mindrape and enslave humanity through various nefarious means. 

“Depends on what you mean by perceptive,” said Asgard, taking another sip of his rum and coke. “My writers tend to perceive things that nobody else can, but mostly because they aren't there.”

Sampson tipped his pot of beer back and slurped noisily before placing it back on the table. “I'm talking about, well, more like predictive success, in their stories.”

Asgard mused on this for a while. “'The business of science fiction is not to predict the future but to throw a light on the possibilities.' I'm quoting or misquoting somebody there but you get the idea. Has somebody got a crystal ball at FP?” 

“Not so much now, but in the past a writer in my stable seems to have an almost perfect record of predicting stuff like technological breakthroughs, political events and even the odd celebrity death.” Sampson had the good grace to look slightly embarrassed.

“Who is this wunderkind?” asked Asgard.

“Brett Strachan,” replied Sampson. “He wrote for me back in the early 80s for about a decade but then stopped submitting. I thought he'd died or something...” He trailed off.

“But?” prompted Asgard.

“Got a new tale from him the other day. All sorts of bizarre predictions. The prose is not first-rate, never was as I recall, but the intricacies of his invention constantly astound me.”

Asgard finished his drink and signalled for a refill. “I vaguely recall that guy,” he said. “Did something on driverless cars as I recall.”

“Yeah, “said Sampson, “and even named a company that makes them now.” He looked into Asgard's eyes to gauge his credibility.

“Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and then,” he said. “Remember when The Simpsons predicted Donald Trump for President? Throw enough darts at the board, even blindfolded, and you'll hit a bullseye eventually.” 

Sampson nodded but it wasn't so much acknowledging the point as expecting it. “But what are the odds that throwing nineteen darts at that board you hit nineteen bulls?”

Asgard put his freshened glass down and squinted at Sampson. “That many? How many misses then?”

Sampson paused. “None.”

“Have you contacted this Strachan fellow and congratulated him on his asperity?”

“In fact I have,” replied Sampson. “I only have his email address – gmail – and no physical address. His payments just went into a bank account he supplied. Never laid eyes on the bloke actually.”

“What was his reply?” 

“Didn't get one. Not directly. He just sent back a new bank account number to update his info.” Sampson paused again. “I get the distinct impression he doesn't want to be found.”

“Nothing mysterious there. Might be a pseudonym or a friend's name or anything. Writers can be contrary beasts. Are you thinking of tracking him down?”

Sampson surveyed the room. Perhaps a dozen people of various ages and sexes producing a creditable hubbub of conversational noise. He leaned forward in his chair slightly. “I'm going to try to do exactly that. He sold a few stories to you as well if I recall, about 1990?”

Asgard scratched at the thinning hair on his encroaching forehead. “Hmnn, I think you're right. But how can I help you? I probably have the same details as you?”

Sampson finally looked a bit smug. “Ahhh, but ST still sends out contributor copies doesn't it?”

Asgard looked more interested. “Why yes, Deelie, I believe they do.”

Both the offices of Future Perfect and Stupendous Tales were located in Melbourne, albeit about an hour's drive apart, so Sampson and Asgard agreed to meet at ST's place of business the next day, a Monday.


The weather had turned unseasonably cold for November, with gusty winds and intermittent showers, but Sampson consoled himself with the knowledge that at some stage the remaining three seasons would manifest themselves in line with Melbourne's reputation for having four seasons in a day.

The office, which description was being rather kind, was on the second floor, and by the time he had wheezed his way up the stairs Sampson was regretting the whole snipe hunt. The look on Asgard's face did not bode well.

“No address?” he asked.

“Yes and no,” said Asgard. “Just a post office box, from twenty-five years ago. Probably won't even be there now. He's probably moved or got a letter box or something.”

Sampson looked at his watch. The morning was blown and by the time he got back to his own office the afternoon would be pretty much wasted too. He made a snap decision.

“In for a penny,” he said. “Grab a coat, we're going to at least have a look. Bring a copy of ST with you. I have an idea.”

The trip north into the middle-class ghettoes took about an hour but the weather had given way to broken cloud and occasional bright sunshine. The two men went into the post office, which looked more like a one-stop shop for everything but postal items, and waited to be served.

“Follow my lead,” hissed Sampson from the side of his mouth as they were beckoned forward.

“Can I help you?” asked the smiling attendant wearing a tag that read “Call Me Zoe”. She was probably the owner, as franchising had found its way even into formerly government departments decades ago.

“Yes,” said Sampson. “I have a package for Brett Strachan, box 377, and since I was in the neighbourhood I thought I'd drop it off. He's got a terrible memory, and he left it behind at my office. He's a writer you know?”

“Really?” replied Zoe absently. Let me look for you. Hmnn. Nobody of that name for box 377.”

Sampson looked crestfallen. “Okay, sorry to bother you. It's been twenty years since I've had to look it up.”

He turned to go but was called back. “That's odd,” said Zoe. “That's one of our long-term boxes, the woman who rents it has had it for thirty years. Barbara Seekamp. She checks for deliveries on the first of each month.” 

“Ahh,” said Asgard in delight. “Our writer must use a pseudonym! You wouldn't happen to have an address for her would you?”

Zoe's eyes narrowed suspiciously. “I'm sure I wouldn't be able to reveal that information.” Her gaze dismissed them as decidedly suspicious characters and she looked quickly to the closed circuit TV camera and back to the two men with a very clear communication.

“Thanks anyway,” said Sampson as they hurriedly left.

A quick internet search found nothing, it seemed likely that the new name was also a pseudonym, but now they knew they were looking for a woman and what box she used at the post office, and through sheer luck Friday was the first of the month.

“Come back Friday?” asked Sampson. Asgard looked like the joke was wearing a bit thin but assented. “Okay.”


Friday morning was one of those days that should be bottled and kept on the shelf for periodic reminiscing. Warm breezes heralded summer and a deep blue sky brought feelings of wellbeing to all who had the good fortune to not be inside.

“This stakeout could take all day,” said Asgard gloomily. He'd rethought the whole event and was completely bewildered by what they would do if they eventually did identify her.

“Follow her home and have a chat,” had been Sampson's irrational reply to Asgard's query.

“Great,” muttered Asgard, “stalking her now.”

At about noon a blue station wagon, about ten years old, parked nearby. A woman in her mid-twenties entered the post office area and opened box 377.

“It's her!” squeaked Sampson.

“Don't be ridiculous,” replied Asgard, “She's too young. But she might be her daughter or something.”

“Agreed,” said Sampson. “Let's follow her anyway.”

The trip to Seekamp's house was hardly surreptitious, with Sampson tailgating and almost running into her rear bumper at a set of lights, but finally she pulled up at a nondescript single storey building with a wrought-iron fence and barred window. Asgard made a note of the address.

The young woman went inside after a brief look both ways down the footpath.

“Now what?” asked Asgard, listening to the ticking of the car motor as it cooled.

Without answering Sampson threw the car door open and walked briskly to the front door and rapped three times.

The young woman opened the door and conversed briefly with Sampson, who appeared momentarily flustered, before turning to Asgard and beckoning him to come in too. Locking the car door he followed them into the dim interior.

“Sit,” said the woman, indicating two lounge chairs facing a dining room table, where she seated herself with a glass of water. 

“I'm sure you have loads of questions for me, Kieren,” she said, watching Sampson's eyebrows rise into his receding hairline.

“How do you know...” he started but was waved to silence by the woman.

“Never mind explaining. I'm sure by now you've figured out that I am Brett Strachan, and that I have quite a remarkable track record with foreseeing the future.” For some reason this amused her and she barked a short laugh. “Or it would be remarkable if that's what I'd been doing. But it's far less remarkable if I was merely relating a bit of history.”

Asgard twigged first. “You're from the future?” Sampson goggled at him but then peered back at the girl, who he persisted in thinking of as Seekamp. “That would fit. You wouldn't have to be old. You know what's going to happen, and you knew we were coming.” 

Seekamp sighed. “Yes, but all good things come to an end. I'll be off somewhere else down a timeline somewhere, probably in an alternate timeline. I was getting a bit bored with the whole hermit thing so I won't miss it much.”

Sampson was still spinning his mental wheels trying to get traction on his thoughts. “But...why?” was the best he could come out with.

“I'd always wanted to be a published author and you know what they say — write about what you know. Well, here, what I know is the future.” She grinned then paused. “When you write about this you could also mention that sometimes fiction  contains hints about future events that are wilfully ignored. How much buzz did my climate change stories of the 80s get?” It was a rhetorical question.

“Well, I'm heading off. I've left you a last story in the envelope on the mantelpiece,” she nodded at the fireplace. Might be unhealthy to ignore the predictions.” She winked and walked into the kitchen out of view. There came the sound of rummaging and a few odd beeping sounds.

“But what if we reveal the actual truth?” Sampson asked toward the kitchen door. 

A muffled laugh came from the kitchen. “Nobody believes the stuff you two print.” There was no hint of irony in her voice. “And this won't be any different. Console yourself with the idea that you'll be getting a good story out of it when it gets published.”

There was a buzz and a faint ozone smell and Asgard looked around the door jamb into the kitchen.

“She's gone,” he said.

“Did you notice she said 'when it gets published', not 'if'?” asked Sampson.

“Yeah,” said Asgard, “like she knew something we didn't know.” 

He smiled. “Now, which of our two magazines gets the last Brett Strachan tale?”

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About the Author

Kevin J. Phyland

kevinjphyland 200Old enough to just remember the first manned Moon landing, Kevin was so impressed he made science his life.

Retired now from teaching he amuses himself by reading, writing, following his love of weather and correcting people on the internet.

He’s been writing since his teens and hopes he will one day get it right.

He can be found on twitter @KevinPhyland where he goes by the handle of CaptainZero and his work is around the place if you search using google or use the archive.


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nuke conflux 2017 200Ion Newcombe is the editor and publisher of AntipodeanSF, Australia’s longest running online speculative fiction magazine, regularly issued since January 1998, and conceived back around November 2007. He has been a zealous reader and occasional writer of SF since his childhood in the 1960s, and even sold a few stories here and there back in the '90s.

“Nuke”, who it turns out loves editing more than writing, lives in the New South Wales North Coast holiday destination of Nambucca Heads, where he is self-employed in IT training, computer support, desktop publishing, editing, writing, and website implementation. He is also the resident tech-head, skeptic, and board member of community radio station 2NVR, where he produces a number of shows including The AntipodeanSF Radio Show.


mark web 200Mark Webb's midlife crisis came in the form of attempting to write speculative fiction at a very slow pace. His wife maintains this is a good outcome considering the more expensive and cliched alternatives. Evidence of Mark's attempts to procrastinate in his writing, including general musings and reviews of books he has been reading, can be found at

One of Mark’s very best forms of writing procrastination is to produce the eBook series for AntipodeanSF, which he has been doing since issue 175.


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The Contributors

Louise Lannink grew up in the Yarra Valley, Australia.

She later studied English and Philosophy at the University of Graz, Austria, and currently lives in the foothills of the Swiss Alps.


Umiyuri Katsuyama 200Umiyuri Katsuyama is a multiple-award-winning writer of fantasy and horror, often based on Asian folklore motifs.

A native of Iwate in the far north of Japan, she later moved to Tokyo and studied at Seisen University.

In 2011, she won the Japan Fantasy Novel Award with her novel Sazanami no kuni.

Her most recent novel, Chuushi, ayashii nabe to tabi wo suru, was published in 2018.

Her short fiction has appeared in numerous horror anthologies in Japan.

clayton graham 200As a youngster growing up in the cobbled streets of Stockport, UK, Clayton Graham read alot of science fiction. He loved the 'old school' masters such as HG Wells, Jules Verne, Isaac Asimov and John Wyndham. As he left those formative years behind, he penned short stories when he could find a rare quiet moment amidst life’s usual distractions.

He settled in Victoria, Australia, in 1982. A retired aerospace engineer who worked instructural design and research, Clayton has always had an interest in science fiction and where it places humankind within a universe we are only just starting to understand.

Clayton loves animals, including well behaved pets, and all the natural world, and is a member of Australian Geographic.

Combining future science with the paranormal is his passion. 'Milijun', his first novel, was published in 2016. Second novel, 'Saving Paludis', was published in 2018 and won a Readers’ Favorite International Award. The stories are light years from each other, but share the future adventures of mankind in an expansive universe as a common theme.

The sequel to 'Milijun', entitled 'Amidst Alien Stars' was published in December 2019.

In between novels Clayton has published 'Silently in the Night', a collection of short stories where, among many other adventures, you can sympathise with a doomed husband, connect with an altruistic robot, explore an isolated Scottish isle and touch down on a far-flung asteroid.

He hopes you can share the journeys. 

Web Site: <>.

You can follow Clayton on Twitter <@CGrahamSciFi>.

His Facebook author page is at: <>.


francois verret 200François Verret studied literature at Rosemont College, in his hometown of Montreal. On top of writing fantasy and science-fiction, he is a translator and a homemaker. His sister Aimée Verret is also a writer.

François has been a big fan of the Harry Potter books since he discovered them late in his teenage years. Some of his favourite recent reads come from Nnedi Okorafor, Becky Chambers, and Joanne M. Harris.

In his free time, François plays video games, especially of the role-playing variety. Pizza and ramen are his great food loves, though good sushi is unbeatable.

Oh, and he draws The Mr. Biscuit Webcomic ( Biscuit would say this is one of his main duties. You can find more about this author at <>

Inspired by original episodes of The Twilight Zone, Ben F. Blitzer’s “The Darkland Crier” pays homage to Rod Serling’s storytelling, particularly to his unique opening and closing narrations.

Ben F. Blitzer is also a fan of Night Gallery, and Amazing Stories. He lives in Western Australia.


Toshiya Kamei holds an MFA in Literary Translation from the University of Arkansas.

His translations have appeared in venues such as Clarkesworld, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, and World Literature Today.

Colin has branched from non fiction to fiction.

If you liked this, check out his short story collections now on sale on Amazon Kindle: 100 Breaths (10 stories that occur in 5 minutes, the time it takes to breathe; you guessed it; 100 Breaths) and I M A G I N E (6 longer short stories about people getting what they want... or are they?)


andrew dunn 200Andrew settled in the state of Maryland on the eastern coast of the United States after living in southern California for many years.

Andrew’s goal with each story he writes is to produce something readers will enjoy without relying on the typical, the predictable, or the cliché. That said, Andrew likes to put people, places, and things into his stories that often aren’t found in fiction.

When Andrew isn’t writing chances are he’s at work, out for a jog, playing blues guitar or reggae bass, exploring abandoned things, or quite possibly spending quality time with the pets. Andrew hopes you enjoy his work, and he will continue to work to give you stories that entertain.

tim borellaTim Borella has never lost his childhood passion for SF and writing in general and has been lucky enough to have worked most of his life as a pilot — in other words, he’s never properly grown up.

He lives in country Far North Queensland, has won awards for songwriting, and has had various other writing achievements, the most recent being an honourable mention in the 2018 international Literary Taxidermy Short Story Competition.

He also has bachelor degrees in science and teaching, and has completed a couple of as-yet unpublished SF novels. He’d dearly love to spend more time writing, but will have to continue juggling for another couple of years until the kids have fully left the nest.


R.J. Sadler is writer and educator from eastern Pennsylvania. He has been previously published in 365 Tomorrows. He lives with small human-like creatures whose existence challenges his ability to read, write, edit, and keep his home clean. When it comes to his fiction writing, R.J. neither enjoys nor regularly adheres to publishers’ serialized thematic guidelines. He is uncomfortable talking about himself, even in third person.


roger ley2 200Roger Ley enjoys writing in a variety of speculative genres.

This story is from his anthology, 'Dead People on Facebook'. His other books include, ‘Chronoscape,’ a science fiction novel about time and alternate realities and, ‘The Muslim Prince. What if Diana hadn’t died?’ which is an alternative reality techno thriller.

Find him at: <> and <>.

Zeb writes:

Last week, on a whim I submitted some of my own musings to ‘Nuke’, and when I checked back today — my time in my ‘verse, which is plus six years comparative to you — I saw that he had published some of them! I wasn’t even sure the contrived email and attachment would get through, let alone end up published on your internet of things. (BTW — We have nothing quite like your ‘net, but we’ve gone far further into the solar system than you have. Figure that!) Now that I know a connection is possible, I thought I’d tell you a little more about myself and where I’m from. So, from the beginning…

Hi. My name is Zebuline Carter — that’s Zeb for my friends or Zeb-you-leen if you want to get formal — and I’m a forty-two year old former astronaut now working as an administrator at Farside, on Luna. Farside is a research base, where innerscopes are just starting to peel back layers of our sheath of the local multiverse. Because our work is so sensitive to em influences, Farside is situated within a one hundred klom diameter exclusion zone.

In my late teens I earned a double major in aerospace and business but passed over grad school for civilian astronaut training. As a kid I collected coupons from cereal boxes until I had enough for my first telescope, and built scale models of all the commercial shuttles and orbiters. Growing up, I’d always felt slightly out of place, like I was meant to to be somewhere else and part of me already was — until, that is, I had my first trip into low orbit aboard a high-riding intercont-cruiser, or ICC. That was a high-school graduation present from my Uncle Jim, and during the fifteen minutes of freefall I found that other part of myself, grabbed it tight, and never let go since.

Did I also mention I’m 180 cents tall with bobbed chestnut hair? Or that because of heart damage from a bad landing, I’m also marooned in low gravity? But heh, there are now six bases around Luna, supporting a permanent population of around twelve thousand Lunans, and a transient population of several thousand tourists and stopovers returning form the outer system, so it never gets boring and I don’t get lonely. And living in low G means I won’t age or sag as fast, either.

Until next time —


kevinjphyland 200Old enough to just remember the first manned Moon landing, Kevin was so impressed he made science his life.

Retired now from teaching he amuses himself by reading, writing, following his love of weather and correcting people on the internet.

He’s been writing since his teens and hopes he will one day get it right.

He can be found on twitter @KevinPhyland where he goes by the handle of CaptainZero and his work is around the place if you search using google or use the archive.


steveduffyhusband, father, brother, son
poet, writer, artist, friend (et al.)
the list of pigeon holes
into which I fit, is endless


AntipodeanSF July 2020


Speculative Fiction
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Online Since Feb 1998

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marg essex 200Margaret lives the good life on a small piece of rural New South Wales Australia, with an amazing man, a couple of pets, and several rambunctious wombats.

She feels so lucky to be a part of the AntiSF team.

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ed erringtonAlthough a writer of the baby boom persuasion, Ed has not boomed for quite a while.

He lives with his wife plus a menagerie of non-domesticated — native Australian animals intropical North Queensland.

His writing within the ‘real’ science fiction context of COVID-19 is intermingled by long night sky vigils — searching for pesky aliens intent on maintaining their social distance to the nth degree.

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geraldine borella 200Geraldine Borella writes adult short stories and stories for children and has been published in anthologies for both. In 2018, one of her children’s short stories placed second in The Buzz Words Short Story Prize and she won an ASA Emerging Writer’s Mentorship. She currently works part-time as a hospital pharmacist and as an online creative writing tutor.

She’s fascinated by stories that expand upon today’s technology, addressing the moral and ethical issues that might arise. Equally, she enjoys the creative freedom that writing for children allows. Right now, she’s writing a young adult novel, reworking a middle grade novel and writing adult short stories when inspiration strikes. She lives with her husband, Tim, in Yungaburra, Far North Queensland and dreams of one day taking a European gap year.

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tim borellaTim Borella has never lost his childhood passion for SF and writing in general and has been lucky enough to have worked most of his life as a pilot — in other words, he’s never properly grown up.

He lives in country Far North Queensland, has won awards for songwriting, and has had various other writing achievements, the most recent being an honourable mention in the 2018 international Literary Taxidermy Short Story Competition.

He also has bachelor degrees in science and teaching, and has completed a couple of as-yet unpublished SF novels. He’d dearly love to spend more time writing, but will have to continue juggling for another couple of years until the kids have fully left the nest.

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pixie willo 100Pixie is a voice actor, cabaret performer & slam poet From the Blue Mountains in NSW.

She enjoys writing short fiction, plays for radio and stage as well as her own brand of weird poetry.

She hosts the 'Off-Beet Poetry Slam' held bi-monthly in Katoomba, and is a theatre reviewer for 2SER FM in Sydney.

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garry dean narratorGarry Dean lives on the Mid Coast of New South Wales Australia, and has been a fan of SF for most of his natural life. Being vision impaired, he makes good use of voice recognition and text to speech in order to write. Many of his stories have appeared in AntipodeanSF over the years, and his love of all things audio led him to join the narration team in 2017.

You can read examples of Garry's fiction on his website <>

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lauriebell 2 200Laurie Bell lives in Melbourne, Australia. She was that girl you found with her nose always buried in a book. She has been writing ever since she was a little girl and first picked up a pen. From books to short stories, radio plays to snippets of ideas and reading them aloud to anyone who will listen.

She is the author of The Butterfly Stone (YA/ Fantasy — available now) and White Fire (Sci Fi — available now)

You can read more of her work on her blog Look for her on Facebook <> or Twitter: <@LaurienotLori>

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mark english 100Mark is an astrophysicist and space scientist who worked on the Cassini/Huygens mission to Saturn. Following this he worked in computer consultancy, engineering, and high energy research (with a stint at the JET Fusion Torus).

All this science hasn't damped his love of fantasy and science fiction. It has, however, ruined his enjoyment of rainbows, colourful flames on romantic log fires, and rings around the moon. He has previously been published in Stupefying Stories Showcase, Everyday Fiction, Escape Pod, Perihelion and also on AntipodeanSF where he is part of the narration team.

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alistair lloyd 200Alistair Lloyd is a Melbourne based writer and narrator who has been consuming good quality science fiction and fantasy most of his life.

You may find him on Twitter as <@mr_al> and online at <>.


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Carolyn's work spans devising, performance, theatre-in-education and a collaborative visual art practice.

She tours children's works to schools nationally with School Performance Tours, is a member of the Bathurst physical theatre ensemble Lingua Franca and one half of darkroom — a visual arts practice with videographer Sean O'Keeffe.

(Photo by Jeremy Belinfante) 

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CoNZealand the 78th Worldcon from July 29 till August 2 is to be a "Virtual Worldcon", held online. More information at <>


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