{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://embed.acast.com/$/9077c08c-f50e-4ce8-95d1-03fbe7cc72d1/a68186b0-4f69-4b50-892a-8054cd453337?\" frameBorder=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"250\"></iframe>","title":"StarShipSofa No 324 Karl Bunker","description":"<p>Coming up…</p>\n<p>Fiction 1: “Overtaken” by <a href=\"http://www.karlbunker.com/KarlBunker/Blog/Blog.html\" rel=\"nofollow\" target=\"_blank\">Karl Bunker</a> 04:15</p>\n<p><b>“I found you.”</b></p>\n<p><b>The ship that said this had a mass of a few grams. It was composed of a central nodule less than a centimeter across, surrounded by kilometers-wide web constructed of sparsely distributed mononuclear wires.</b></p>\n<p>In the past, Karl Bunker has been a software developer, jeweler, musical instrument maker, sculptor, mechanical technician, and a few other even-less-interesting things. He lives in a suburb of Boston, Mass., with his wife, a dog, two cats, three chickens and sundry fish.</p>\n<p>Fiction 2: “This Quiet Dust” by <a href=\"http://www.karlbunker.com/KarlBunker/Blog/Blog.html\" rel=\"nofollow\" target=\"_blank\">Karl Bunker</a> 28:00</p>\n<p><b>If it had been human, if it had had a voice, perhaps it would have cried out. With shock, amazement, and with some fear, it might have made a sound, trembled...","author_name":"Tony C Smith"}