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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Two men began turning the ancient centrifuge by hand. It emitted a rhythmic
clanking like the pounding of a war drum. Those assembled began tramping
andchant- ing. They turned on the ancient autoclave. It boiled and gey- sered,
filling the ...
His mind came adrift and he began to wander. He imagined he was back aboard
"Nomad," reliving his fight for survival. Then he lost even this feeble grasp on
illusion and began to sink deeper and deeper into the pit of catatonia: of womb ...
It—" Jisbella began to laugh hysterically. "You'll have to learn control now, Gully.
You'll never be able to give way to emotion . . . any emotion . . . because—" But
he was staring past her and suddenly he shot up the aluminium shaft with a yell.
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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