Two scifi stories about people finding tendrils of human connection while confronting modern grief. “A Glut of Nothing, and Yet… Something” by Monte Lin: “”The Singularity had come, but not the one people wanted…. the Glut: a grayed-out area that evaded vision, comprehension, and perception…” “Love at the End” by Deborah Germaine Augustin: “I woke up hungover the day after Kuala Lumpur was supposed to end…. Eddie poured water from our last six-litre bottle into the kettle.” Both published this year.