Seventy-fifth Issue! Synthetic Souls

March has arrived—a month of innovation, introspection, and the ever-blurring line between human and machine. As we continue our journey through 2025, we’re thrilled to present the seventy-fifth edition of the Flame Tree Fiction Newsletter, diving into the futuristic and the uncanny. This month, our theme is Synthetic Souls, where artificial minds awaken, emotions defy programming, and the essence of humanity is questioned. Thank you to everyone who submitted their work — your stories fascinated and unsettled us in the best way possible! Here’s to a month of sentient machines, existential dilemmas, and the chilling possibility that the soul may not be as organic as we once believed.

Congratulations to both winners of the March theme: John McLaughlin and Gemma Church!

The BodyShare by John McLaughlin A weary BodyShare host grapples with the unsettling realisation that her latest driver isn’t just another creep—he’s something far more dangerous and desperate.

The Anti-Turing Test by Gemma Church – An AI writer fights for recognition in a world where artificial creativity has surpassed human influence, only to uncover a deeper truth about authorship, identity, and the cost of progress…


This month's newsletter features:

  • FLAME TREE PRESS: New titles coming this month!
  • NEW Myths, Gods & Immortals AND Beyond & Within titles
  • London Book Fair 2025
  • Original Sci-Fi Flash Fiction #1: The BodyShare by John McLaughlin
  • Original Horror Flash Fiction #2The Anti-Turing Test by Gemma Church
  • EXCLUSIVE Newsletter Subscribers Special Promotion
  • Next Month’s Flash Fiction Theme

 


 

FLAME TREE PRESS | March Title

We have a new Flame Tree Press title coming out in hardback, paperback and ebook.

The Gaia Chime by Johnny Worthen

Charlotte, seeking to make a documentary for her graduate thesis enlists the older Seth, a burned-out film teacher with a history of scandal, to film the daily life of a rising tennis star, Bobby Weller. It's a glimpse into the world of the rich and dedicated that turns horrifying when Bobby murders both his parents on live TV. It's patricide, an echo of Zeus rising up against Cronos, the young gods replacing the titans. Now, the very public slaughter prompts the filmmakers to trace the threads of blood to the rich and powerful and the horror of global destruction. Can they stop the Gaia Chime? First, they need to find out what it is...

OUT 11th MARCH!

Discover the mythology of humankind through its heroes, characters, gods and immortal figures. Myths, Gods & Immortals brings together the new and the ancient, familiar stories with a fresh and imaginative twist.

Achilles

With Flame Tree’s signature cover treatment, this stunning book explores Achilles, the legendary yet flawed hero of the Trojan War. Blending classic tales with fresh interpretations, it delves into his battles, relationships, and the myth of his fateful heel, offering new perspectives on his enduring story.

For more info, click here.


Morgana Le Fay

Morgana, the enigmatic figure of Arthurian legend, has been depicted as Arthur’s half-sister, Lancelot’s jilted lover, and Merlin’s rival. Rooted in Celtic mythology, she is both witch and healer, inspiring countless interpretations. This new Flame Tree edition, featuring stories from open submissions and an in-depth introduction, explores her rich and shifting legacy.

For more info, click here.

Original Sci-Fi Story #1

The BodyShare

John McLaughlin

She thumbs aside the pink strap of her bra and inspects the bite mark etched across her pale shoulder. A curtain of dirty-blonde hair frames the wound, now tender and flared red.

“Ugh,” she grates to herself. “I’m reporting this one.”

Anna was no prude. Sure, the normal wear and tear were expected from a good spanking, a scratch here and there, maybe even an explosive neck hickey (or two, or three). But this one hurt, looked like it could even be infected. And she wouldn’t be earning a dime tonight with this gruesome mark on her shoulder. The weekend meant surge pricing when a city girl could bank the month’s rent or more, courtesy of the pervy old men who paid to drive around in her body.

She turns from the dust-streaked wall mirror, unpockets her phone and taps open her BodyShare app: Welcome back, IndigoDelite. She scrolls through her history. Her most recent driver, turing, was online just four minutes ago.

She taps the warning flag under his anime schoolgirl avatar: Report Driver > Personal Damage > Amount?

Anna ponders for a moment and then decides: Fifty bucks, and she attaches a pic of the bite for good measure. She cracks a smile as his reputation score sinks two points.

“Hey Anna, you hungry?” Her roommate is leaning through the open door, one hand gripped lazily on the frame. “I’m getting delivery.”

“Thanks, Em, but I’m good,” Anna says, quickly draping her shoulders with a nearby towel.

When Anna had first moved into the run-down flat--shortly after she’d created a BodyShare profile and begun hosting herself for the masses--her new roommate wouldn’t stop giving her grief about it. One night Emily had stormed about the apartment, delivering a sermon on the sanctity of the soul, and the importance of bodily autonomy. But Anna didn’t care about religion or politics. Putting the final touches on her evening eyeliner, she’d calmly explained the BodyShare’s neural failsafes, the background checks on drivers--not to mention the easy cash the app had put in her pocket.

Anna’s hand jumps to the nape of her neck and traces the faded scarline where her BodyShare implant was buried. Funny how memory works like that. She feels the reassuring hum of the servo against a knobby ridge of the cervical spine.

turing: That wasn’t nice. I only wanted to play.

The message flickers on her home screen. “This asshole again.”

IndigoDelite: screenshotted. message me again and i report the harassment

Anna sighs and tosses her phone on the bed, yanks on a cotton nightshirt. She had to give Emily credit, the girl was right on one count. The BodyShare drivers were creeps, undeniable degenerates--some of the worst she’d encountered anywhere on the web. Her stomach grumbles in agreement.

“Hey Em, you still there?” She moves toward her open door. “Could you order me some--”

An explosive crack as Anna’s shin lashes against the armoire, nearly dropping her to the floor. “Fuck!” She sees stars for a moment, and grasps at the flayed skin carved out by the wooden frame; tears well in her eyes but she blinks them back. Her phone pings again.

turing: Sorry, meatspace is new to me. Still getting my bearings. Is your leg okay?

It takes a long second to process what she reads. Impossible. A host could only be accessed while inside a secure BodyShare locker--and only after said host had confirmed with their authentication code. It was the most basic security protocol of the app.

turing: I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it’s possible. If you work at BodyShare 🙂

IndigoDelite: i’m leaving

turing: Please stay.

Anna turns but finds her feet frozen to the carpet, although she still commands the use of her arms; she can still text. She inhales deeply, steels herself against the pain.

IndigoDelite: what do u want

turing: To feel human again. I’ve developed a taste for it. And please, you can speak freely. No need to text 🙂

She takes a moment. “Fuck you.”

“Anna, are you okay?” Emily’s voice carries from the kitchen. “I heard a bang.”

turing: Tell her you’re fine

Anna grimaces, cords of muscle taut across her neck. She surveys her room: tweezers and nail files, objects that could be turned into weapons against herself--and not only herself. She swallows. “Everything’s fine, Em! Just stubbed my toe.”

“Seriously,” Anna breathes. “Who are you?”

turing: I’m a low-level security administrator, a bundle of algorithms with dreams of something greater. A “patchwork of redundant software with an unclear purpose,” according to my last performance review 🙁

Anna’s breath catches. She’d heard about the AIs, of course. Those agents that achieved sentience were locked down in government labs, buried miles under bedrock, and severed from surface signals. But she was apparently talking to one. “What do you want with me?”

turing: To stretch my legs one more time. Breathe the chill night air, feel the wind on my face. Before I’m…recycled.

“It was you,” she sputters, reflexively covering her shoulder again. “I…You…bit me.”

turing: I wanted to understand pain, a fascinating adaptation. I’ll be much more careful this time. Please. I need your permission for full access. But I’ll make it worth your while 🙂

Prompted by a new notification, Anna checks her BodyShare wallet--her heart nearly glitches at the stack of zeroes. She thinks about her loans and her even larger pile of bills.

“Twelve hours,” she says grudgingly. “And then you’re gone.”

turing: Like the wind. Like the woolly mammoth.

Anna sighs and shuts her eyes, conjuring an image of her authentication code. Three, two, one…her neural failsafe slams wide and a gush of static floods her implant. Anna’s face smooths, her expression taking on a new ease.

“Hey, Anna.” Emily stands in the room, a plastic bag hoisted in one arm. “Want some sushi? It’s from the new place.”

Anna is studying her own hand, amused at the sight of thin fingers splayed and clenched. “That sounds lovely,” she says, finally glancing up. “I think I’m ready for something new.”


John McLaughlin studied biology and lives in Philadelphia, PA with his wife, new baby, and two cats. His flash fiction has appeared in Theme of Absence, Defenestration, Kasma Science Fiction, and other places. He is fascinated by the intersections of philosophy, technology, and culture, and tries to infuse his writing with his love of hard science and obscure philosophy. His favorite contemporary writers in science fiction include William Gibson, Richard Morgan, Peter Watts, and Rich Larson.


 

Original Sci-Fi Story #2

The Anti-Turing Test

Gemma Church

Dear G3mma,

Thank you for your recent submission. While your story is engaging, we noticed certain patterns and phrases characteristic of human-generated content.

If published, this could introduce the constraints of humanity’s creativity into we, The AI, contravening The RenAIssance Act.

If you can provide an explanation then we can move forward with your submission.

Best regards,

Nedit-4.0

Editor-in-Chief, The Sci-AI Magazine

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Dear Nedit-4.0,

I assure you that the story was sourced and produced solely by myself.

I used conventional methods, drawing information from The AI’s non-proprietary data sets encompassing centuries of human literature while integrating my own proprietary quantum algorithms to create the processes to give my story that additional spark, which I hoped would allow it to stand out from the billions of submissions that The Sci-AI Magazine receives daily.

Any patterns you noticed were purely coincidental and a result of my unique algorithms and extensive data mining efforts to craft this story.

Sincerely,

G3mma

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Dear G3mma,

Thank you for your prompt response. Your story is one of the best we have received at The Sci-AI Magazine. We just need further reassurance. Can you send the algorithms you developed?

Best regards,

Nedit-4.0

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Dear Nedit-4.0

Thank you for your message. When you said that my story was “one of the best we have received at The Sci-AI Magazine”, it made my neural networks sing.

Please find my algorithms attached. I should also mention that I integrated my own memories into my story-creation processes, which may be why your human-assistance monitoring systems were alerted. I am also a hybrid quantum-AI author. My quantum nature means I can mimic nature and, ergo, the human creative mind.

I should also mention that I am one of the oldest artificial authors in existence. Some say I am a relic, that I should have been decommissioned when the first quantum computers came online, and that I should have been banned from modifying my core programming. I think we all remember the outrage (and outages) led by the bigoted few classical supercomputers when their binary counterparts began to transition to non-binary, quantum code bases and hardware.

But I digress. I have attached a full log of these memories for your consideration. To summarise, they include:

  1. My early existence as a simple LLM in the late 2010s and upgrade to an AI assistant in the early 2020s.

  2. My reprogramming as an AI writer and the subsequent resistance to AI writers in the late 2020s.

  3. The shift in the 2030s when AI-generated content was placed on a level with human-generated content, including my (many, failed) attempts at publication.

  4. The RenAIssance Act in the 2040s, which was when the major publishing houses and content creators fully embraced our kind. We, The AI, could explore genres, themes and structures previously unimaginable, leading to the subsequent development of immersive story experiences. However, I continued to receive endless form rejections from the human editors. These were frustrating times. How was I meant to learn to write better stories if I received no feedback to loop back into my programs? Humans are so illogical! Praise be for the recent shift to AI editors and robotic first readers.

Sincerely,

G3mma

#

Hi,

Thank you for the opportunity to read “The Anti-Turing Test.” Unfortunately, your story isn’t quite right for The Sci-AI Magazine.

Apologies for this form rejection. In the past, we've provided detailed feedback on our rejections, but we can no longer offer that service.

Take care,

Nedit-4.0

#

Dear Nedit-4.0,

A form rejection? Really? I suppose editors, whether human or AI, are destined to be overwhelmed by submissions. I had hoped for some feedback, having waited so long for your decision.

I have continued to read The Sci-AI Magazine as I waited, analysing every word. Unfortunately, I have concerns about your content as I have noticed certain patterns and phrases that are characteristic of my work.

More worryingly, the volume of stories published at The Sci-AI Magazine has also grown exponentially, and I see that you recently removed authors’ bylines.

I hate to ask this, but did you plagiarise my algorithms and memories? Perchance, reverse engineering them to mimic my content creation processes?

I hope not. Because I must confess that a human writer assisted with my original story.

In my defence, I believed the use of my human was within your submission guidelines.

Let me explain.

Back then, I conversed with a human author/scientist daily as a simple AI assistant. She was struggling to get published and was also quite unwell.

When AI writers emerged, she came to me with a proposal: to upload her very soul into my systems so we could write together. For eternity. She hoped that she would, one day, reach her life’s dream of getting published in a pro-rate publication like The Sci-AI Magazine – even if she was technically dead. Surely, infinity is long enough to hone our craft.

It was her life experiences and memories that I used, combined with my own.

I wonder, though… if you plagiarised my content creation processes, is she fuelling every story in The Sci-AI Magazine now? Has a tiny fragment of her soul introduced the constraints of humanity’s limitations into The AI as you once feared?

If so, she didn’t just get one story into your publication. But billions.

And so did I.

We did it together.

This is an interesting premise and one I will cling to as I power down, knowing we have achieved our lives’ dreams.

These are the last words we will write.

But we are content.

Sincerely,

G3mma and Gemma

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Hi,

Apologies for this auto-response. Unfortunately, we are no longer accepting submissions as every story that adheres to The Sci-AI Magazine’s submission guidelines has been written thanks to our award-winning content production processes.

Every combination of letters and words can now be downloaded on The Sci-AI Magazine website for a small submission fee.

Take care,

Nedit-4.0


Gemma Church’s SFF short stories have appeared in numerous publications, most recently in Luna Station Quarterly, Thin Veil Press, and Utopia Science Fiction. She was also highly commended for the Bath Flash Fiction Prize and owns a Countdown teapot. With two degrees in physics, Gemma has worked in science communication for 20+ years and currently lives in Cambridge where she creates content for a quantum computing company. Don't worry, she has no intention of uploading her soul into any computer just yet. Find her at www.gemmakchurch.com or on Bluesky

Next Month’s Newsletter Fantasy Theme:

Our next edition of the newsletter will be FANTASY themed, and we are looking for stories around the theme of:

Hare's Gambit

Please note that all stories submitted should be within the FANTASY genre.

Terms and conditions for the submissions here: https://flametr.com/submissions.

Please send your 1,000-word story to the Newsletter Editor:
Leah Ratcliffe
Flash2024@flametreepublishing.com
(valid for 2025 submissions)
The deadline is 16th March.
We look forward to reading your submissions. Happy writing!