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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Foyle shot through the hatch into the darkside ballast hold. Two minutes were
gone. Like all spaceships, "Nomad" was ballasted and stiffened with the mass of
her gas tanks laid down the length of her keel like a long lumber raft tapped at the
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.
Still under acceleration, never pausing to see if anyone was inside the yawl, he
shot forward to controls, tripped the release lever, and as the yawl started to float
up the anti- grav beam, threw on full 10-G propulsion. He was not strapped into ...
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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