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This Ray Bradbury collection is comprised of nine early short stories rarely or never reprinted since first publication. Included are three stories originally published in Mr. Bradbury's own science fiction fanzine, Futuria Fantasia.
• "Don't Get Technatal": Jumping Jigwheels! If you enjoy exclamation points, this story was written for you! In the distant year of 1975 a dissatisfied writer rants about the state of society! Could robosexuality be the answer he seeks?(!)
• "The Pendulum": A delightful little story with delightfully unconventional spelling.
• "The Flight of the Good Ship Clarissa": Not entirely lucid but entertaining nevertheless.
• "I, Rocket": There may be an unwholesome subtext to this story. "Mass is the sexual drive of space, and gravity the intensified yearning of that mass, the gravitic libido of one tremendous body for the love, the following of any and all smaller bodies who transgress its void boundaries."
• "Undersea Guardians": Half-naked sea-dwelling zombies battle the Nazi Kriegsmarine!
• "Final Victim": "Hunting a criminal is tough enough, but it's even tougher when it's on a bit of Hell's own rock in the void of space."
• "Defense Mech": There are no giant, Japanese-speaking robots in this story. It is, however, a riveting tale of the effects of space on the human psyche.
• "Lorelei of the Red Mist": A second chance in someone else's body becomes complicated when its previous owner was universally hated.
• "Jonah of the Jove-Run": "They hated this little beat-up old guy. Even if his crazy cosmic brain could track an asteroid clear across the Galaxy, why did he have to smash the super-sensitive meteor detectors?"
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shortens, Alita. And the convoy comes! The submarine must be smashed—now!" "Yes," said Alita wearily. "Yes. I must think of Richard—if he should happen to be in this next convoy—" Her dark hair surged in her face. She brushed it back with white fingers and stopped thinking about living again. It was needless torture. She heard Helene's laughter from somewhere. It made her shiver. She saw Helene's nude body flash by above her like a silver fish, magnificent and graceful as a wind-borne
understand it. There is a code, after all. I understand now what Commander Anders meant." She spoke softly, almost to herself. They walked in silence for a minute then she added as an afterthought: "You had your chance, too. Back there when I fainted—" "Do you think," Skeel almost snarled, "I'd fire an electro-beam here in the caves, where these light-creatures mean our very lives?" "There are other ways" She looked steadily at him. "You might have opened all my oxygen tanks." "Didn't
hours now the boys have carried luggage from the metal house. The way they talk, this'll be some picnic. Some seem afraid, but who worries about copperheads and water-moccasins and crawfish? Not me. No, sir. Not me. Gus Bartz, sweating beside me on some apparatus, squints at me. "What's eatin' you, Halloway ?" I smile. Me? Nothing. Why? "You and that act with that Martian worm." What're you talking about ? What worm ? The captain interrupts, nervously. "Bartz, lay off
to which it was fixed. Then he sat down on the fur rug provided for him in place of the straw. He put his face in his hands and cursed, steadily, for several minutes, and then struck his fists down hard on the floor. After that he lay down and was quiet. He thought Rann would speak to him. She did not. The silent black hours that walked across his heart were worse than any he had spent in the Luna crypts. She came soft-shod, bearing a candle. Beudag, the Dagger-in-the-Sheath. Starke was not
toward which all smaller gravities and bodies yearn. Merciless harlot, mating with all, leading all on to destruction. Queen bee followed by the swarms. And now I was part of a swarm, the first of many yet to follow, answering the urge of one gravity, refusing another. But still the poison was in me. And no way possible for Captain Lamb's crew to know of it. Time ticked on my console-chronometers and swung by, imperceptibly majestic in the moves of stars. Captain Lamb went down to the