Today, more than on other days, Raul Beardsley felt a burden pulling a sense of inevitability. He frowned; he looked at his watch; he leaned forward to speak with the helicopter pilot, and then changed his mind. He leaned back in his chair and lounged out of habit, adjusting the scope of his chair in the usual wide area of Washington just below....
Robert Bloch has been a prolific writer in many genres. In his youth, he was inspired by his mentor N.P. Lovecraft was a close friend of Stanley G. Weinbaum. In addition to hundreds of short stories and novels, he wrote several scripts for television and films, including several scripts for the original movie Star Trek. In 1959, Bloch wrote the novel Psycho, which Alfred Hitchcock adapted to the film a year later. He received the Hugo Award, the World Fantasy Award, the Bram Stoker Award and the former president of America's Secret Writers. This populous Earth, published in "Amazing Stories"...
The evening began to fall. In the cities, the noise in the streets was softened, and in the kitchen the women made small, rattling sounds. In the countryside, cicadas began to sing, and a cool smell began to rise from the ground. But everywhere, in cities and in the country, children were late from school. There were several calls, but robotic telephone devices in schools gave the standard answer: “Schools are closed for a day. If you leave a message, it will be recorded for tomorrow. ”...
Graham could not fall asleep for several days, he tried all means, but all in vain. When he finally managed to fall asleep, it turned out that his dream lasted two hundred years. A lot has happened in the world during this time, even the invasion of the Martians, but the main thing was that over the past time, his capital, thanks to the skillful policies of his guardians, has reached fabulous proportions. Graham was practically the ruler of the world. That's just his awakening prevented the White Council, the body that ruled his condition, and therefore the world. And now the Sleeping One has...
In the near future, there is technology for the cheap manufacture of anything - medicines, clothes, furniture. Its personal use by the state was declared an economic crime....
Grant Pemberton suddenly sat in his place, all his feelings tense and alert. What awakened him in the deathly silence of a space pilot? His right hand slipped under the pillow and squeezed the handle of the gun. His firm coolness was a comforting reality. There it was again. Tiny scratches on the door, as if someone was fumbling for a slide switch. Very quietly he sat waiting, putting his finger on the trigger. Suddenly, the scratches stopped and the panel slowly opened. A thin oblong spot flickered in corridor light outside. Grant tensed darkly....
Professor John Hamish MacLeod, Ph.D., Ph.D., traveled half the galaxy to see the terrestrial wildlife zoo that the aliens bought from us. And when he came home, life went to hell. Literally! He wrote a book describing the experience. He had to be! The government confiscated that he was paid Alein. The book, of course, became a bestseller at home. But the aliens thought it was funny! And then the sales really began to bear fruit - and they paid very well. But the government felt that it was all money, of course....
In one place, a Viking descendant rode on a ship he had never dreamed of; from another, one of Caesar's descendants, and here Apache rode a horse that never roamed the plains. But they were all warriors....
Rod Rankin is hiding from earthly justice on a planet inhabited by robots. He forced the robots to do work on the farm and cannot understand who the robots mean when they tell him that “our people” will come to his farm today....
The sun set behind the Grimaldi plateau, although the diurnal twilight lingered over the ocean. The sky was hazy blue, and deeper tinted waves rocked the whole Earth. For a long crescent, he hung over the horizon there, his light dimmed by sunlight, increasing from a thin crescent to a full disk three times wider than that of the setting sun. Now, at dusk, a huge silver lamp hung over Nardos - the Beautiful City, built on the water. Light flashed above the tall white towers [296], above the ten-mile white adamantine bridge from Nardos to the coast and illuminated the beach on which we...
