Mallcity 14: Child's Play

By Shaun A. Saunders

(For Nick, the best brother in any world, who gave me the idea.)

Somewhere past tomorrow, where private thoughts are dangerous,
and prisons don't have bars,
is Mallcity 14

sfgenreJohn Greer, thirty-eight years of age, a nondescript employee of the civil-services sector for twenty-one years, married to Mrs Joan Greer for three years, and a resident of Mallcity 14 for life, cursed when the animated graphic on the living room viewscreen rejected his most recent purchase.

“Insufficient credit,” it had said with a smile upside down. 

“Frack!” was Greer's first response.

He really wanted that home recording studio... He had real talent, of that he was certain: only this morning, whilst singing in the shower, a personal advertorial on the infopanel had promised him a paying gig within three months or he'd get his money back. With the support of his own personal recording studio, the infopanel had assured him it was a certainty. All the backing music would be automated; even original lyrics would be generated for him. All Greer had to do was supply his own unique voice, and the Harmoniser Home Talent Maker System would take care of the rest. At forty-eight thousand debits it was an absolute steal, he was told, but the deal could not last forever — stocks were limited, and amongst the twenty million residents of Mallcity, he may not be the only undiscovered bathroom superstar. 

The graphic on the view screen interrupted his thoughts. “Would you like to speak to a debit representative?”

With his never more urgent need to promote his musical skills, plus images of his eventual inclusion in Celebrities at Home One Twenty Four, the Christmas Special firmly in mind, Greer barked, “Of course! Does a bear shit in the forest? Let's get this stuff-up fixed!” 

John Greer had never seen an actual bear, or a real forest, but his father had often used this expression.

He punched in an order for a banana cream-cola on the arm of his lounge chair. Then, mindful that his looming music career would propel him into the public eye, changed it to diet. He patted his ample tum: “Sorry little buddy,” he whispered, “but some sacrifices have to be made. I promise I'll make it up to you when we're rich.” Seconds later, a prosthetic hand appeared out of the side of the chair and handed Greer a plastic litre-stein of frosty beverage. Greer slurped deeply and contentedly, pausing only to catch his breath. He then whistled a note, and a Handy-Foot 'bot raced out of a wall recess and began massaging his feet. With the hologram function switched on, it appeared as though Uncle Jilby — everyone's favourite purple cartoon dinosaur — was doing the work. Greer chuckled; he'd always loved Uncle Jilby, his one and only constant companion since infancy.

An actual person then appeared on the viewscreen — a sharply-dressed male, about thirty years of age with pure white hair closely cropped in a helmet cut. The man tapped his lips with a forefinger as he peered out of the screen. He watched Greer intently.

After a few moments, he cleared his throat: “Good morning, Mr Greer,” he said. “I hope I haven't caught you at an inconvenient time?”

Greer slurped once more, then handed the nearly empty stein back to the chair. After burping, he said, “What's this about not approving my purchase this morning? I could have had that recording studio by now if it wasn't for this stuff-up at your end.” He kicked the Handy-Foot 'bot and it scurried back to its recess, swerving to avoid Mrs Greer as she entered the cluttered lounge room. 

“Mr Greer, had you not exceeded your debit rating, and by a wide margin, there would not have been any need for intervention from 'our end' as you put it.” His image was then replaced by a simple line-chart: “As you can clearly see, your accrued debits have already exceeded your ability to repay within your projected lifetime by some twenty-five percent. Now, we must take into account that for you to achieve that life expectancy, it is certain that you will have to continue accruing debits and further exceed your capacity to balance repayments to an acceptable degree. Interest payments alone could not be met, and you do have to eat, let alone indulge in a few of life's little luxuries.”    

Greer's eyes bulged. He spluttered flecks of diet banana cream-cola: “But I thought I —” he glanced at his wife “— we could transfer a good chunk of our debt to our children!” 

The Eternity Bank rep reappeared, his lips pursed. “No, I'm sorry, Mr Greer. You can't allocate any of your debt to your children until they're seventeen years of age. And that would have to be in addition to their First Compulsory Loan, not in lieu of it.” He flicked a page on his virtual pad. “Mmm. Right. Now, I see that your oldest offspring — a male — is two years old, and the more recent addition to your household debits is a six-month-old female.”

Mr Greer groaned. “I can't wait that long, there's so much I —” he again cast a quick glance at his wife “— we want to buy. It's just not fair; the kids have got their whole lives ahead of them.” 

Greer watched his wife while he waited for the Eternity Bank rep to reply. She was otherwise occupied with a toy battle system. John winced as Joan swatted at a miniature battle-copter and missed, her hand striking a pile of unopened gift-boxes from last week's shopping — or was it the week before? He couldn’t remember, nor did he know what was in the boxes. They really needed more space, as well as the Harmoniser. Perhaps a Fabcola Automated Home Warehousing System? If they excavated the basement down another level or two...  

“Now, now, Mr Greer,” the representative from Eternity Bank chided. “There is hope yet, and other avenues we can explore. Our job is to help consumers like you realise their dreams.” From the viewscreen, he looked around Greer's lounge room and smiled. 

Greer sat up in his Deluxe Fabcola Bar Chair and took a look around too. He was literally surrounded by mounds of new consumer goods, including an unused and possibly now-outdated Chessmaster 8000 at the back of the room, its quarter-life-scale hologram pieces battling against each other on a virtual playing board. 

The rep spoke again, “From where I'm standing, I'd say that to date we've done a pretty good job, too.” There was a pause before he continued. “And, all is not lost yet with regards to your offspring.” 

John Greer gave the Eternity Bank representative half an ear as the man proceeded to outline a new initiative that involved permanently leasing the children to the bank for up-front fixed credit, the amount to be transacted dependant on age, general physical disposition and appearance, and DNA profile etc, and that the Bank would have the legal right to on-sell the children to other interested parties. Furthermore, under certain provisos, there might even be opportunities for temporarily leasing them back to their birth parents as individual needs and wishes of all transacted parties allowed. Under certain prescribed conditions, then, offspring might be leased back for birthday parties, family get-togethers and so on. “But, it must be remembered,” said the rep, “that under the terms of such an agreement, your offspring would, initially at least, be our offspring. After all, Eternity Bank will take the long-term risk here.” 

Mrs Greer spoke: “Where would the children eventually go? The FabCola Home for Young Consumers?” 

“Not exactly,” answered the Eternity Bank representative. “Whilst FabCola would certainly be entitled to bid for your offspring at one of our auctions, via the intranet or in person, the market for such commodities is really quite large. Almost unlimited in fact. Indeed, some of our best customers are from offshore. And then you have the military, for example.”

“Military?” queried Mr Greer. 

“Why of course,” said the Eternity Bank representative. He raised the pad so the Greers could see a file image of their infant son. It was so accurate it could have been taken yesterday, and, indeed, it probably was, by one of the myriad infopanels that covered the walls inside and outside their home. “Their small size offers many advantages. And, the sooner our clients can get them, the easier it is to train them efficiently. Then, there is the research sector, particularly biotech and pharma. You're both very fortunate in that regard — the ages of your offspring will attract higher bids at auction, and that means more credits for you.” He checked his pad again. “And their DNA profiles do look promising. But we have an algorithm that makes the final determination of their likely worth to us.” 

This was all making more and more sense to Greer — he knew that many youngsters, unable to cope with the First Compulsory Loan, had no option but to join the military, in which case their parents sometimes never saw them again anyway. Why not get in early, so to speak, and set them up so that some of that financial uncertainty was removed? Surely they’d be doing their kids a favour?

Mrs Greer interrupted her husbands thoughts: “What was that about leasing them back?” she asked. “You did say something to that effect, didn't you?”

The bank rep fidgeted with his tie. “Well, yes, but it must be remembered that in such a scenario we — that is, Eternity Bank — are just the middleman, so to speak. Once a sale is effected, we're brokers, not owners any more. And until a sale is made, the children cannot be leased for three months. After all, we need adequate time to test the waters. But after that period, if they still haven't been sold on, you would have the option of applying for a short or long-term lease-back.”

“And if they have been sold to someone else?” asked Mrs Greer. 

With a frown, slowly, “In that case,” said the bank rep, “as I indicated, we would attempt to broker a lease of some description for you. There would be an additional fee for our services, of course, regardless of the outcome. But the terms of the transaction would be fully dictated by the current owners. It could be some time before such an opportunity arises, and also, you may not be the only bidders. Naturally, everyone is seeking the highest return on their investment. We all have shareholders to consider.” He raised a finger, smiled broadly. “But, there may be other options that you haven't considered. For example, whilst it may be nice to have your former offspring visit you physically, it may be possible, in some situations, should the new owners be amenable, for you to purchase video interactions of various durations, or, failing that, simple tri-d pictures. For an additional fee, some owners offer such representations in a variety of different contexts, such a birthday or holiday mementos, for example. All you need do is supply your own personal pictures and videos, and, presto, with some computer magic, you have a lovely still or motion album of that special day or holiday weekend.” He shook his head, grinning broadly, “You'd hardly notice that they weren't here in your home, except that you won't be responsible for them in any way — no more nagging them about their own debit ratings, or later, that looming First Compulsory Loan.”

Joan glanced at her husband, eyebrows raised. 

Greer was thinking about his children — when were their birthdays? This was something he should know, he knew that, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember. Just what did he —  

The Eternity Bank representative shattered his reverie yet again. “Having private thoughts, Mr Greer?”

Then the room's infopanel chimed in: “Private thoughts are dangerous. Only sick people have private thoughts.”

Greer cursed inwardly. If he didn't respond carefully to the infopanel's challenge — which had been initiated by that prick from Eternity Bank — he might find himself on the wrong side of the BCC; the Bureau of Consumer Confidence. He had no choice now. His hand had been forced. Frack. That debit pusher was a cunning bastard; he could probably actually play the Chessmaster, like those idiot servants he'd heard of when he was a boy. Still, Greer was relieved that the decision had been made for them. He made the appropriate verbal commitments to the agreement that now sped across the viewscreen. Finally, sulkily, he said, “What about that home recording system?”

The Eternity Bank representative smiled. “It's already on its way.” The smile became a grin. “In fact, I think that's your doorbell. Now, please hurry and have your children ready for pick-up. May as well kill two birds with one stone, eh? Oh, and if you check your bank account, I think you and Mrs Greer will be quite pleased with your new debit status.”

Greer did so, and whistled. His wife was similarly impressed; her eyes like saucers.

The image on the viewscreen flicked out, replaced by the bank's logo and creed:

Eternity Bank

Living a Better Tomorrow Today

For a long moment, John Greer looked thoughtfully at his wife Joan, all the while contemplating the potential benefits from having more children. Any other thoughts regarding his present brood had evaporated like water off a hot grill.

Joan smiled warmly back at him. 

John knew that she too wanted to have more children. Perhaps they'd be able to afford a bigger house after all. He smiled as she reset her battle system and shuffled off to hide in another room before the tiny toy copters appeared. Of course, with her SID — Subcutaneous Identity Chip — she couldn't really hide from anything, not even a toaster. Even a slice of bread contained smartdust.

While the delivery 'bots went about their tasks, Greer slouched back in his Deluxe Fabcola Bar Chair and punched in an order for another banana cream-cola. Then he closed his eyes, whistled for the Handy-Foot 'bot. Moments later, Uncle Jilby, everyone's favourite purple cartoon dinosaur, and his only constant companion since early childhood, was going through the motions of massaging Greer's feet. As ever, Uncle Jilby grinned from earhole to earhole.

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About the Author

Shaun A. Saunders

Shaun Saunders lives at the beachside suburb of Merewether, in Newcastle, NSW. He particularly enjoys Asimov's Foundation universe, and stories from the 'golden age' of SF. He is a regular contributor to AntipodeanSF, and winner of 2003 & 2004 AntiSF awards, and the inaugural 2005 SFSSC. His novel Mallcity 14 has been favourably compared with both 1984 and Brave New World.



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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.

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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

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Cryogenic Heartbreak
By Terry Persun

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Mallcity Endgame: The Great Velocity
By Shaun A. Saunders

By Geraldine Borella

The Longest Journey
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The Contributors

jt velikovsky 200JT Velikovsky is an Aussie transmedia writer, cartoonist, musician, inventor, actor, director, firefighter, academic, and rabid A.I. enthusiast(!)

His short stories have appeared in 365 Tomorrows, the anthology Shadows of Life, and Opus magazine. His screenwriting credits include the videogame Looney Tunes: Acme Arsenal, the movie Caught Inside, and the TV show The Comedy Sale! His satirical sci-fi novel A Meaningless Sequence of Arbitrary Symbols (2011) is on Amazon. JT received his Ph.D (on: Movie Creativity) in 2016, and is currently reading several books as fast as he can write them.

Transmedia Writing website: <>

PhD blog: <>

YouTube: <>


james walton 200James Walton was a librarian, a farm labourer, and mostly a public sector union official.

He is published in many anthologies, journals, and newspapers.

He has been shortlisted for the ACU National Literature Prize, the MPU International Prize, The William Wantling Prize, the James Tate Prize, and is a winner of the Raw Art Review Chapbook Competition.

His poetry collections include The Leviathan’s Apprentice 2015, Walking Through Fences 2018, Unstill Mosaics 2019, and ‘Abandoned Soliloquies’, 2019.


terry persun 200Terry Persun’s poems and stories have appeared in many magazines including Wisconsin Review, Kansas Quarterly, Riverrun, Rattle, Hiram Poetry Review, Bluestem, NEBO, Cirque, Eclipse, Bacopa, and many others.

His poems have appeared in six, chapbooks and five collections.

He was recently included in the 2019 Rhysling Anthology for sicnce fiction and fantasy poetry. He is also a novelist and has recently won first place in the Book Excellence Awards for science fiction.

Terry speaks at writers’ conferences and universities across the country. <>.

S.A. McKenzie lives on one of the better-looking islands of New Zealand, in the earthquake-ravaged ruins of Christchurch. After surviving more than 12,000 aftershocks she has become adept at estimating the exact magnitude of any quake based on the amount of coffee spilled.

She writes offbeat and blackly humorous science fiction and fantasy stories featuring time travelling rabbits, carnivorous unicorns and man-eating subway trains, because someone has to speak up for these misunderstood creatures.

Find her online at <>.

JD Campbell has been creating alternate realities and transforming factical realities for several decades.

A self-taught writer, musician and artist and unfortunate member of the 21st Century precariat, they live in Melbourne with two rats named Being and Nothingness.


JacobEdwards 200Jacob Edwards hails from Brisbane and spends much of his time either writing or indulging his love of 80s synthpop.

He served two tours of duty stacking deckchairs for Andromeda Spaceways and has contributed a chic 60s-era Doctor Who monograph (#32: The Romans) to Obverse Book’s Black Archive range.

Jacob can be found online at <> or very occasionally tweeting <@ToastyVogon>.


mconlyMichael Connolly lives in Bowraville NSW, Australia. He has worked as an art teacher, music teacher, printer and illustrator among other things (such as chicken de-beaker), and has a keen interest in science-fiction and the natural sciences. He has illustrated for the magazine Tabula Rasa, which specialises in the horror genre, and is a regular contributor to AntipodeanSF.



martin lochman 200I am an emerging author from the Czech Republic, currently living and working as a University librarian in Malta.

I first started writing and publishing in Czech but as time went by and my affinity for English language grew, I switched to English.

Some of my flash fiction and short stories appeared (or are forthcoming) in Theme of Absence, Asymmetry Fiction, Aphelion, Aurora Wolf, AntipodeanSF, 101Words, The Weird and Whatnot, and 365tomorrows.

You can find me at: <> or twitter: < @MartinLochman>.


chris kelso 200Chris Kelso is an award-winning genre writer, editor, and illustrator from Scotland. His short stories and articles have appeared in magazines and journals across the UK, US, and Canada, including: SF Signal, Lovecraft ezine, Daily Science Fiction, AntipodeanSF, Dark Discoveries, Pantheon, Evergreen Review, Sensitive Skin, Shoreline of Infinity, The Airgonaut, New Coin, Verbicide and many more.

His work has been translated into French and he is the two-time winner of the Ginger Nuts of Horror Novel of the Year (in 2016 for 'Unger House Radicals’ and in 2017 for its sequel 'Shrapnel Apartments'). 'The Black Dog Eats the City' made Weird Fiction Review's Best of 2014 list. ‘Shrapnel Apartments’ was endorsed by Dennis Cooper on his blog — “4 Books I read and Loved”.



col hellmuth

This story is a linking piece to two stories previously published in Antipodean SF, Coffee With God (Issue 245) and Frank's Best Friend (Issue 250) both first drafted whilst living in Western Australia, where I spent the best part of two decades. This piece (ironically written whilst sitting on the bank of Emmagen creek in FNQ) is an attempt, not just to further develop some recycled characters beyond the limitations of the short short story format, but also to give these stories a sense of place, a nod to the multitude of unique landscapes (and people) to be found in WA. The huge distances and wide open spaces between locations are also riddled with untold stories, so many that I find myself still writing them years after moving back to North Queensland.

Col Hellmuth lives a quiet (excepting weekly jam nights,) uncomplicated life, off-grid in the Daintree rainforest of Far North Queensland.

His day jobs over the years have found him contracted to do various work around the country in such exotic locations as mine-sites, SAS barracks, a Collins-class submarine, prisons, operating-theatres, swanky restaurants and wineries, chicken sheds, the Great Barrier Reef and the open road. He does not have any fancy letters after his name, or a pet cat, but does read a lot. 

When he is not enslaved at work he is usually found bumming around his local beach dodging crocs in his kayak or jamming on the blues-harp with his fellow bandmates, the Excruders.


I've read and watched sci-fi all my life I think it's time to give back instead of just taking. My stories have appeared in Aphelion, AntipodeanSF, Far Cry Magazine, Planet Web Zine, Schlock! Webzine, and Unrealpoloitik!. I have one short story collection - Hawking Radiation - published and am currently working on my first novel, due for release in 2020. You can connect with me on Twitter (@Ishmael_Soledad) or my blog at: <>


eugenbaconEugen Bacon has sold many stories and articles, together with anthologies. Her stories have won, been shortlisted and commended in international awards, including the Bridport Prize, L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest and Copyright Agency Prize. Literary speculative novel — Meerkat Press (2019). Creative nonfiction book — Macmillan (2019)



derek smith 100I am a writer and published author with many short fiction stories published in online and print magazines. My first books were SF including an anthology of all my published and unpublished short fiction. My last book, The Boarding House, was a very long term project a story based on my early time in Oz. I am a baby boomer born in England but migrated to Australia in 1966 when I was eighteen. I live in Canberra now with my family and am all but retired from writing. My current author page is here: <>.

Shaun Saunders lives at the beachside suburb of Merewether, in Newcastle, NSW. He particularly enjoys Asimov's Foundation universe, and stories from the 'golden age' of SF. He is a regular contributor to AntipodeanSF, and winner of 2003 & 2004 AntiSF awards, and the inaugural 2005 SFSSC. His novel Mallcity 14 has been favourably compared with both 1984 and Brave New World.


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By Terry Persun

sfgenreSpace Station Interlude
manual adjustments 
connect, clamp 
secure attachment 
open hatch 

join crew 
complete experiments 
log findings 
eat, exercise 
sleep, work 

check systems 
reenter rocket 
set course 
going home 
can’t wait

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About the Author

Terry Persun

terry persun 200Terry Persun’s poems and stories have appeared in many magazines including Wisconsin Review, Kansas Quarterly, Riverrun, Rattle, Hiram Poetry Review, Bluestem, NEBO, Cirque, Eclipse, Bacopa, and many others.

His poems have appeared in six, chapbooks and five collections.

He was recently included in the 2019 Rhysling Anthology for sicnce fiction and fantasy poetry. He is also a novelist and has recently won first place in the Book Excellence Awards for science fiction.

Terry speaks at writers’ conferences and universities across the country. <>.

By James Walton

sfgenreYou can get your fingers burned
by Creation’s vanities
the way they hop skip and jump
into various unknowns
or can be motionless pretending
a confirmation beyond them yet

The energy of one of their minds
freed of hemispheric axis
would drive dimensional shift
get you transpired home
solve the linguistic paradox
generate new nebula storms

They like to shape and fix things
with artistry beyond lexicon
but their world is on broken stilts
what they could be teeters
between fronds of unfolding stamens
and the wreckage of diminishing returns

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About the Author

James Walton

james walton 200James Walton was a librarian, a farm labourer, and mostly a public sector union official.

He is published in many anthologies, journals, and newspapers.

He has been shortlisted for the ACU National Literature Prize, the MPU International Prize, The William Wantling Prize, the James Tate Prize, and is a winner of the Raw Art Review Chapbook Competition.

His poetry collections include The Leviathan’s Apprentice 2015, Walking Through Fences 2018, Unstill Mosaics 2019, and ‘Abandoned Soliloquies’, 2019.


AntiSF's Narration Team

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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timonthy gwyn 100Timothy Gwyn is a professional pilot in Canada, where he flies to remote communities. During a lull in his flying career, he was a radio announcer for three years, and he is also an author.

In addition to short stories at AntipodeanSF and, his SF novel is available internationally in print and ebook formats. "Avians" draws on his love of alternative aviation to tell the tale of a girl who runs away from home to join a cadre of glider pilots on a world without metal or fossil fuels.

On Twitter, he is @timothygwyn, and his blogs are at <>.

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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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david whitaker 200David Whitaker is originally from the UK though has travelled around a bit and now resides in India. He has a degree in Journalism, however decided that as he’s always preferred making things up it should ultimately become a resource rather than a profession.

His stories, covering everything from sci-fi to philosophy, have been published across the globe and links to each can be found at <>

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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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carolyn eccles 100

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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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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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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WorldCon 78 2020 ConZealand, 29/07/2020 - 02/08/2020 Wellington, New Zealand Worldcon 78 in 2020 is to be held in Wellington, New Zealand, on 29 July – 02 August 2020. Antipodeans, mark it in your calendar now — and the rest of the world, well, it’s time for you mark it in your calendars too: to visit the other side in 2020. Facilities for the event include: TSB Arena and Shed 6, the Michael Fowler Centre and the Intercontinental Hotel. More information is on offer at the official website of ConZealand: <>. AntipodeanSF's editor, Nuke, will be at ConZealand!

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