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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He learned to loathe the voices of the lecturers: the Understanding Baritone, the
Cheerful Tenor, the Man-to-Man Bass. He learned to deafen himself to the
therapeutic monotony and perform his occupational therapy mechanically, but he
Jisbella's voice came cold and competent over the earphones. "You're backing
too fast. And incidentally, trouble's arrived." He braked with the rear jets, looking
down in alarm. The surface of the asteroid was covered with a swarm of hornets.
Voices below began to call: "Forrest! What's all the shooting! Happy New Year,
Forrest! Where in hell's the celebration?" "Here they come," Foyle grunted. "Have
to jaunte him out of here. Meet you back at the beach. Go!" He whipped a knife ...
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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