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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carved in the robot face of the bartender, the classic Irish grin. i "Thank you,"
Foyle said. "My pleasure, sir," the robot replied and awaited its next cue. "Nice
day," Foyle remarked. "Always a lovely day somewhere, sir," the robot beamed.
"Life is so simple," he said. "This decision is so simple, isn't it? Am I to respect
Presteign's property rights? The welfare of the planets? Jisbella's ideals?
Dagenham's realism? Robin's conscience? Press the button and watch the robot
grin engraved in the steel robot face. "But society can be so stupid. So confused.
You've witnessed this conference." "Yes, sir, but you must teach, not dictate. You
must teach society." "To space-jaurite? Why? Why reach out to the stars and ...
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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