Rodrigo
Culagovski

Chilean author, architect, researcher, and web developer.
Pronouns he/him/él.

SFWA | Codex | ALCiFF

UPCOMING


Halfway Home

Professor Feiff's Trans-Dimensional Travelogue (JayHenge Publishing)
Upcoming

Marianne in an Unlit Bar on the Outer Curve of Human Space

Baffling
Upcoming

PUBLISHED STORIES


scream at the unblinking stars (poem)

cyberspace has no mirrorshades

Star*Line 48.4 (Fall 2025)

Dead Man's Switch

It would take over one hundred centuries for the Network to understand that this had been the wrong bargain to make.

Tractor Beam

A Track of Color Among the Wars

Then down, down, around they flow. The old luge-track shakes and shimmies, ecstatic to once more be part of a race, thirsting for the movement, the speed, the falls.

Night Shades

Deus In/Ex Machina

She grins in a direction at right angles to her reality and mouths, “Thank you.”

This Exquisite Topology (Angry Gable Press)

The Narrative Bias

Santiago feels strange, like clothes that don’t fit right. My life is a simulation, a blurry image. Reality is happening somewhere else.

Fission #5 (BSFA)

BigHappyFriend Likes Humans

Humans like food friedchicken waffle this day, yes? it says.

Flash Fiction Online
February 2025

Between Worlds

I didn’t have a place. I thought I did, a few times, but I always ended up leaving, going back and forth, shuffling between worlds.

Not Your Papi's Utopia: Latinx Visions of Radical Hope

The Color Out of License

That's the strangest cherry I've ever seen. Whoever made it needs to get their printer calibrated, it's all lopsided.

Short Edition

Happiness Is ______________

I wrote about a day walking along the beach, a seashell I found and took home, and how I spent the evening listening to Joy Division with my cat while staring at its spirals.

Worlds of Possibility
August 2024

The Bass Drops

The drums build up, then double in speed, then double again, until you know they can’t get any faster or last any longer but they do, over and over, and then the bass drops.

Gamut Magazine
Issue 8 / August 2024

The Real Time-Travel Paradox Was the Friends We Made Along the Way

But those bastards from the CCCCCC — the Chronological Continuum Consistency Coordinated Consortium Confederacy — are obsessed with timescape integrity.

Nature | Futures | 27 March 2024

Quarropts Can't Dance

Then things got weirder: the massive, shiny, purple-skinned mass of muscle and grumpiness that is your standard adult Quarropt started swaying side to side in time with the music coming from my boombox and his own attempts to sing.

Solarpunk Creatures & LeVar Burton Reads

The End of the Line

The cohorts before mine were each smaller than the previous ones by factors of eight, sixty-four, five-hundred-and-twelve. My entire generation numbered just thirty-two individuals, none of whom chose to reproduce.

We Are All Thieves of Somebody's Future

Rhythms of the Resonant Revolution

My invocation to Yy, She Who Gave Us Groove, glows briefly in midair; the amp grows into a tower with me on top, my arms loose and my bass guitar hanging like a battle-axe.

khōréō magazine, volume 3 issue 4

The Factory of Market Desires

I can perceive the rusting of metal, the decay of sheetrock and plastic, and the growth of microscopic plants, the slow shifting of the piles of rubbish.

The Digital Aesthete: Human Musings on the Intersection of Art and AI

You Don't Have to Watch This Part

“This is just a test, but if you want,” I said to the rest, “I’d like to be the voice in your head. If you need me.”

DarkMatterPresents: Monstrous Futures

Where Are You Right Now?

I don’t feel like my me is in my head or behind my eyes.

Translunar Travelers Lounge #8

One Night at the Pájaro Azul

The three looked at each other for a beat. The two boys nodded at her as if some sort of agreement had been reached. She nodded back and turned around to face the crowd.

Solarpunk Magazine #4

Max Loves the Internet

Its inhabitants are a level-two technological civilization. Not advanced enough to offer much resistance to the Inevitable Armada—that’s us, great name—but advanced enough to be worth conquering.

Future Science Fiction Digest #17

Liz's Tea House

"Wait, you mean that somewhere in this—sorry—alien hellhole," I gestured at the enormous Station all around us, "there's a place called 'Liz's Tea House'?

Future Science Fiction Digest #16