You are listening to a Clarks World magazine podcast. I'm your host and narrator, Kate Baker.

Greetings, Clarks World Citizens. I hope this podcast finds you extraordinarily well.

This is our last story for the month of January, but for your not, we have a new slate of stories

coming to you in February. This has been issue 184 for January 2022. Thank you for sticking around,

whether this is your first podcast or somewhere over 700th podcast. We thank you for your

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Our last story of the month is titled For Whom The Psycho Pomp Calls,

and it's by Philip Haidar, their Nofseck Zorko. Philip, who could be found at

Philipphdz.com is a Slovenian-born writer and translator. He grew up in Slovenia, Ireland,

Australia, and the UK, and currently resides just outside of Portland, Maine. He understands that

his name is a bit confusing. I would like you to know that the Nofseck Zorko is the surname.

He attended Clarion West in 2019, and his work has previously appeared in Clarks World.

Light Speed, Beneath Seasless Skies, and elsewhere. In his spare time, he is a keen quizzer.

British readers may recognize him from that one time he was on university challenge.

And if you'd like what you hear, you can go back to the AI that looked at the sun.

So my dear listener, I hope that you can sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story.

We picked the cyclopomp up on Svetlov. As the far end of the arc, far from earth, as anyone has

ever been, little station off the ecliptic, automated most times, save when there were deep

space haulers like us in residence. Raw material goes in, antimatter fuel comes out, and if the

conversation goes bad, at least there's no one and nothing around when it blows.

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