In addition to Nightmare and my anthology work, I am also the editor and publisher of Lightspeed Magazine and the co-host of ’s The Geek’s Guide to the Galaxy podcast. My latest book is Other Worlds Than These, and I have a new one coming out in November called Epic. I've also edited several horror anthologies, such as Wastelands, The Living Dead, The Living Dead 2, and By Blood We Live, as well as science fiction/fantasy anthologies such as Armored, Under the Moons of Mars, Brave New Worlds, Federations, The Improbable Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, and The Way of the Wizard. I’m the editor of the new online horror magazine, Nightmare, which launches on October 1. An Exo cannot act without an occupant, but I would rather exist as a useless shell than live with this occupant for one more day.Hi, I’m John Joseph Adams, and I'm inviting you to Ask Me Anything. When he see us he stops in his tracks, his eyes wide, and then breaks into a run. I am about to speak when a young man steps out from behind a low, cracked building. He walks us out, leaving the family to keen and cry. 'I'm fucking hungry!' We pick up a rough wooden stool, the only furniture in the dwelling, and smash it against one of the standing walls. He shouts at them where they remain cowering, bleeding, terrified of us. If I tell him then perhaps he will leave these people alone. It's a simple procedure to establish the interfaces I could have him ported and set up with nutrient lines to sustain him in less than an hour. 'I'm gonna fucking starve out here,' he says, and for a moment I forget that he is not talking to me. 'Hardly call this food.' He kicks over a simmering pot, spilling the contents into the rubble.

Another boy lies apart from the rest, crushed under the debris, dead by my occupant's hand. 'Piss-poor way to live.' He disregards the family crouched in the corner, one of them - a young boy - bleeding from the head, probably a result of the wall falling in on them.

Carson apologized for every ding and scratch, every careless or dangerous maneuver-though she was rarely careless. He crashes through the settlement's makeshift walls without a thought for me or the inhabitants. He is at home in me now, and he moves with ease.

Armored by John Joseph Adams