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Sometime in the 23rd century, an ailing crewmember is rushed into the sickbay of the USS Enterprise, where crotchety but competent Dr. McCoy stands ready to treat him. A quick diagnosis via non-invasive tricorder, and the future physician knows just what treatment is needed. The required drug is administered swiftly and painlessly without ever breaking the patient's skin, thanks to McCoy's off-the-shelf "hypospray" gadget.http://contractpharma.com/articles/2007/01/developments-in-needlefree-drug-delivery
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In 2002, in the freelancer’s eternal quest for a plum assignment that combines good pay and high visibility, I thought I had struck gold. The legitimate representative of a major Hollywood franchise (which shall remain nameless here, to avoid any legal hassles; suffice it to say that their films are best noted for certain Phildickian qualities involving which pill leads to reality) asked me to produce a comics script set in their universe, to be illustrated by any major artist I chose and to appear on their website. Eagerly, I immediately wrote the script, without ever signing a contract. Can you guess the rest?http://pauldifilippo.com/homecoming.pdf
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Sherrif Fuhrman swung his massive hairy fist into the gut of the unsuspecting tramp -- some bottled-blonde nancy-boy he had picked up for vagrancy -- and felt it connect with the man’s backbone. Stepping back with a neat practiced motion to avoid the spew of vomit from the unshaven hobo, Fuhrman began to laugh. "Told ya that cheap wine wouldn’t agree with ya, Kato old son!" Leaving the crippled bum to wallow in his own filth, Fuhrman swung shut the cell door, twisted the key in the lock, and moved across the tiny jailhouse to his desk. Seated with his booted feet up, a pint of whiskey opened for chugging, he ran through some pleasant options for how to spend the rest of his day.http://pauldifilippo.com/pulp_alibis.pdf
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Time's Black Lagoon, like the Di Filippo's steampunk work, is a carefree mash-up of 50's horror, contemporary speculative fiction, and pulp action novel. Set mainly in the humid, post-climate change New England of 2015, the novel focuses on the adventures of Brice Chalefant...Review
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