QSFer SI Clarke has a new queer satirical space opera out: Judgement Dave.
This time, the universe puts the cat in catastrophe…
Lem is adapting to her new home aboard a strange spaceship in an even stranger universe, where the misfit crew of the Teapot have more than enough trouble on their hands running their interplanetary charter service. But when they accept an urgent assignment, they have just one week to save a race of cat-people from certain destruction
Stuck with a disaster-platypus of a project manager and a population seemingly determined to thwart their own rescue, the Teapotters face the impossible job of herding cats and evacuating the planet before it’s blown to smithereens..
Can Lem and the gang avert disaster and save this race of infuriating cat-people?
Perfect for fans of wacky and imaginative sci-fi stories, this satirical space opera is a ridiculous adventure that will delight readers of John Scalzi’s take on Fuzzy Nation or TJ Berry’s Space Unicorn Blues.
Warning: Contains slavery, oppression, and genocide ; ableism.
‘Good morning, good morning. As you know,’ Bob said. ‘I’m the prime minister of Dave.’ For the record, we did not – at that point – know any such thing. ‘I’m very pleased we’ve been able to provide you this opportunity. It’s a great honour.’
A great honour for whom … I wasn’t sure.
‘I’ll get right to the point.’ She pushed a glass of water off her sleek, glamorous desk. ‘As you know, my people sometimes find it … difficult to accept harsh truths. Comfortable alternative facts are often easier to accept in the face of so much loss.’
Instinctively, I bent down and picked up the glass from the floor. It had a lid, so the contents were still intact. I made to set it back on the desk, then thought better of it and set it on the floor next to the weird stool I was sitting on.
Bob twisted around and lifted one of her feet to scratch her ear. ‘Moreover, until eight months ago, the government was led by an astronomy sceptic. The former prime minister mocked the scientists. As you know, she called their forecasts “judgements of ruin” and portrayed the researchers and academics as “doomsayers”. Most people on Dave thought the theories were fantastic fables designed to undermine the government. Many continue to believe that.’
SI CLARKE is a Canadian misanthrope who lives in Deptford, sarf ees London. She shares her home with her partner and an assortment of waifs and strays. When not writing convoluted, inefficient stories, she spends her time telling financial services firms to behave more efficiently. When not doing either of those things, she can be found in the pub or shouting at people online – occasionally practising efficiency by doing both at once.
As someone who’s neurodivergent, an immigrant, and the proud owner of an invisible disability, she strives to present a realistically diverse array of characters in her stories.