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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"Smell this," he laughed. "Taste it. It's grass, Jiz. Earth and grass. We must be out
of Gouffre Martel." "What?" "It's night outside. Pitch-black. Overcast. We came out
of the caves and never knew it. We're out, Jiz! We made it." They leaped to their ...
They laughed and the crowd clustering around Fourmyle grew. They were
delighted and amused. He was a new toy. Then it was midnight, and as the great
clock tolled in the New Year, the gathering prepared to jaunte with midnight
Foyle began to laugh. "I'm getting up," he said recklessly. "Shoot again, you son
of a bitch, but I'm getting up." He struggled to his feet, clutching his shoulder. "So '
Vorga' shouldn't have picked me up anyway," Foyle laughed. "I was a decoy.
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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