The stars my destination
In this pulse-quickening novel, Alfred Bester imagines a future in which people "jaunte" a thousand miles with a single thought, where the rich barricade themselves in labyrinths and protect themselves with radioactive hit men--and where an inarticulate outcast is the most valuable and dangerous man alive.
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As Foyle fainted again, his arm slid off the litter and glanced against Mjira. "Quant
Suff!" He was in a circular hall with a domed roof. The hall was filled with rusting
antique apparatus; a centrifuge, an operating table, a wrecked fluoroscope, ...
Mjira followed him curiously. "What are you doing, Nomad?" "Got to get out of
here, girl," Foyle mumbled. "Got business with a ship called 'Vorga.' You dig me,
girl? Going to ram out in this boat, is all." Mjira backed away in alarm. Foyle saw
The anger in his face was replaced by wonder. He touched Foyle and spoke to
him; there was still no response. "You cannot punish him," Mjira said. "He is dying
." "No," Joseph answered quietly. "He is dreaming. I, a priest, know these dreams.
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Review: The Stars My DestinationUser Review - Bart - Goodreads
This book was published in 1956 – a time when traveling to the moon would still be science fiction for quite a few years. Many of its ideas were astonishing then and its plot of blind revenge ... Read full review