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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The tail jets roared. The Weekender shook and shuddred forward. It broke free of
Dagenham's boarders, of Jisbella, of warnings and pleas. It pressed Foyle back
into the pilot's chair with the blackout of 10G acceleration, an acceleration that ...
Asha, rit-kit-dit-zit m'gid," the quick shadows answered. "Ohhh. Ahhh. Heee. Teee
," the heat ripples clamored. Even the flames smoldering on his own clothes
roared gibberish in his ears. "MANTERGEISTMANN!" they bellowed. Color was
he roared to the mob. "Take it! Keep it! It's your future. PyrE!" He hurled the slug
into the crowd and roared over his shoulder: "SanFran. Russian Hill stage." He
jaunted St. Louis- Denver to San Francisco, arriving at the Russian Hill stage
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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