Tag: Robert Sheckley

Robert Sheckley – Warrior Race

THEY never did discover whose fault it was. Fannia pointed out that if Donnaught had had the brains of an ox, as well as the build, he would have remembered to check the tanks. Donnaught, although twice as big as him, wasn’t quite as fast with an insult. He intimated, after a little thought, that […]

Robert Sheckley – Warm

ANDERS lay on his bed, fully dressed except for his shoes and black bow tie, contemplating, with a certain uneasiness, the evening before him. In twenty minutes he would pick up Judy at her apartment, and that was the uneasy part of it. He had realized, only seconds ago, that he was in love with […]

Robert Sheckley – The Status Civilization

His return to consciousness was a slow and painful process. It was a journey in which he traversed all time. He dreamed. He rose through thick layers of sleep, out of the imaginary beginnings of all things. He lifted a pseudopod from primordial ooze, and the pseudopod was him. He became an amoeba which contained […]

Robert Sheckley – The Leech

THE leech was waiting for food. For millennia it had been drifting across the vast emptiness of space. Without consciousness, it had spent the countless centuries in the void between the stars. It was unaware when it finally reached a sun. Life-giving radiation flared around the hard, dry spore. Gravitation tugged at it. A planet […]

Robert Sheckley – The Hour of Battle

“That hand didn’t move, did it?” Edwardson asked, standing at the port, looking at the stars. “No,” Morse said. He had been staring fixedly at the Attison Detector for over an hour. Now he blinked three times rapidly, and looked again. “Not a millimeter.” “I don’t think it moved either,” Cassel added, from behind the […]

Robert Sheckley – Reborn Again

“Damn,” a voice said. “I’m still alive.” “Who is that?” Ritchie Castleman asked. “It’s me, Moses Grelich,” a voice inside him said. Grelich? Ritchie had heard that name somewhere before. Then he remembered. Grelich was the body he had bought to live his new life in. Grelich said, “I was supposed to be dead. They […]

Robert Sheckley – One Mans Poison

H A ellman plucked the last radish out of the can with a pair of dividers. He held it up for Casker to admire, then laid it carefully on the workbench beside the razor. “Hell of a meal for two grown men,” Casker said, flopping down in one of the ship’s padded crash chairs. “If […]

Robert Sheckley – Forever

WITH so much at stake, Charles Dennison should not have been careless. An inventor cannot afford carelessness, particularly when his invention is extremely valuable and obviously patentable. There are too many grasping hands ready to seize what belongs to someone else, too many men who feast upon the creativity of the innocent. A touch of […]

Robert Sheckley – Diplomatic Immunity

“C “I ome right in, gentlemen,” the Ambassador waved them into the very special suite the State Department had given him. “Please be seated.” Colonel Cercy accepted a chair, trying to size up the individual who had all Washington chewing its fingernails. The Ambassador hardly looked like a menace. He was of medium height and […]

Robert Sheckley – Cost of Living

CARRIN decided that he could trace his present mood to Miller’s suicide last week. But the knowledge didn’t help him get rid of the vague, formless fear in the back of his mind. It was foolish. Miller’s suicide didn’t concern him. But why had that fat, jovial man killed himself? Miller had had everything to […]

Robert Sheckley – Beside Still Waters

Mark Rogers was a prospector, and he went to the asteroid belt looking for radioactives and rare metals. He searched for years, never finding much, hopping from fragment to fragment. After a time he settled on a slab of rock half a mile thick. Rogers had been born old, and he didn’t age much past […]

Robert Sheckley – Bad Medicine

On May 2, 2103, Elwood Caswell walked rapidly down Broadway with a loaded revolver hidden in his coat pocket. He didn’t want to use the weapon, but feared he might anyhow. This was a justifiable assumption, for Caswell was a homicidal maniac. It was a gentle, misty spring day and the air held the smell […]

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