Debudaderrah takes a concrete hard science future and layers it with myth and spirits and other core elements of humanity; those symbolic leaps that separate us from logic machines … This is SF poetry with a sense of mystery, of actions unseen like dark planets whose gravitational pulls warp motives in actions seen, but whose reality and orbits must be deduced without firsthand observation. Imagine that the chapters of this book are a disorganized line of sake cups filled randomly with sake or plum wine. And just when you find a proper altitude within which to navigate the astral plane, the next cup is full of single-malt scotch, the kind that’s *supposed* to burn. -Herb Kauderer, author of FLYING SOLO – Debudaderrah, far colony, receives a surprise: a sentient robot from some Earth which does not yet exist. The robot has orders to eliminate all life it finds; but the robot is also human, with a troubled conscience. Science fiction poetry by Robin Wyatt Dunn.