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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So . . . you've been deceived, have you? By yourself, mostly? We all do that. But
you've been helped by someone. Who?" "I'm betraying him." "Then don't tell me."
"But I've got to find my mother and sisters ... I can't trust him any more . . . I've got ...
Look, I know all about those big hairy men who pretend to be you, but I won't tell.
Read me and see. "You're going to hurt him andy-you want me to tell him. " "Who
?" "The captain-man. The Skl—Skot—" The child fumbled with the word, waiting ...
'Tell her I'm the man she wouldn't pick up on September 16, 2436. ... Tell her I've
got a stateroom aboard my yawl, fitted up just like my locker aboard 'Nomad'
where I rotted for six months . . . where she ordered 'Vorga' to leave me to die.
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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