
Machine of Death A Collection of Stories about People who Know how They Will Die
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Love the concept. While anthologies can be inherently spotty, there’s a lot of good work being done in these pages!

This is a collection of short stories set in a universe where there exists a machine that can tell you how you die, sometimes with a twist. I like the idea and the variety of inspiration. I like the concept of introducing one change in our normal reality and exploring what would change... But, I was disappointed. The stories were too open ended, without confronting the issue to the end. With such a strange premis, you want to know how it actually works out. They stories often set up a seemingly inextricable or paradoxal situation, but then left it hanging... Like a whodunnit, where you never find the killer...

A machine that tells you how you die, in vague yet accurate terms. It is never wrong, and your fate cannot be avoided. This anthology collects individual stories of people who encounter this machine. Although all the tales have the machine's functionality in common, there is no one persistent world: sometimes the machine is dismissed as a novelty; other times, an entire society will remodel itself around the predictions. For one couple, the machine means doom; for another, it brings hope. I loved the variety of these 33 stories, each starting with an illustration and a prediction that somehow relates to the story, serving as its title. My favorite was "Almond", followed by: Torn Apart and Devoured by Lion Despair Suicide Aneurysm Nothing Miscarriage and, of course, "HIV Infection from Machine of Death Needle". There was honestly not a bad story in the lot, but my least favorites were "Not Waving but Drowning", "Improperly Prepared Blowfish", "Love Ad Nauseum", and "Drowning". Each story left me a degree of chilled. What would I do if faced with such an opportunity? Would I learn of my fate, or leave it unknown? How would I react to knowing how I'd die? Would my actions to avoid the prophecy serve only to fulfill it? Would I take up arms in protest of the machine? I hope I never need to know.









