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Playfully mashing up the romantic splendor of the Victorian period with whimsically modernized know-how, the wildly renowned steampunk style is right here to stick. Now...long dwell the revolution!

Steampunk Revolution includes a renegade collective of writers and artists, together with steampunk legends and sizzling, new skills rebooting the steam-driven earlier and powering it into the longer term. Lev Grossman’s “Sir Ranulph Wykeham-Rackham, GBE, a.k.a. Roboticus the All-Knowing” is the Six-Million-Dollar Steampunk guy, owning appendages and workings recycled from steel components, but additionally totally human, resilient, and made up our minds. Bruce Sterling’s “White Fungus” introduces steampunk’s more youthful cousin, salvage-punk, speculating on how towns can be inbuilt the long run utilizing preexisting fabrics. Cat Valente’s “Mother Is a desktop” explores the merging of guy and laptop and a complete new type of parenting. In Jeff VanderMeer’s anti-steampunk tale “Fixing Hanover,” a author needs to flip his again on his construction since it is so totally harmful. And Cherie Priest provides “The Clockroach,” a brand new and intensely unsettling mode of transportation.

Going a long way past corsets and goggles, Steampunk Revolution isn't just your granddad’s zeppelin—it’s a fair wilder ride.

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