Herbert’s Old Rambling House Shows the Truth in Greed By N.T. Narbutovskih We always want a good deal. People will jump at the chance for more, better, newer. Frank Herbert sets up a clever byplay of greed in many forms in this story. From a society that is ruled byRead More →
Damon Knight’s The Worshippers Teaches Right From Wrong By N.T. Narbutovskih A man makes a terrible mistake, through no fault of his own (probably). He finds himself saved, and in his saving encounters a race of beings steeped in sin and evil. He can help them, can lift them upRead More →
Pohl’s The Hated Explores Psychosis of Space Travel By N.T. Narbutovskih Space travel is hard. Not just the physics of it, though even today’s leading edge of the space industry focuses on the hardware the most. But what of the software? The wetware? By exploring what it might do toRead More →
In this story, Silverberg brings us a brief glimpse into a deeply divided society, divided not just by differing values and ideas but by their very own physical bodies.Read More →
What would you do if you could choose a future for humanity? Would you choose one of abject squalor, or would you make some small sacrifice for the betterment of future generations?Read More →
People struggle to connect. These struggles resonate today more than ever. In modern media, we find ourselves confronted with viewpoints and even ways of life that we find alien.Read More →
The conflict between generations, stability and energy, has special in the current events of our time.Read More →
Institutions fail us. Destruction awaits us around every corner. These fears are as true today as in the 1950s, when James Blish wrote his short story “One-Shot.”Read More →
We were to start at noon. The impatient crowd which pressed around the enclosed space, filling the enclosed square, overflowing into the contiguous streets, and covering the houses from the ground-floor to the slated gables, presented a striking scene.Read More →
The Moreot, Katusthius Ziani, travelled wearily, and in fear of its robber-inhabitants, through the pashalik of Yannina; yet he had no cause for dread.Read More →
“Listen to me,” said the Demon as he placed his hand upon my head. “The region of which I speak is a dreary region in Libya, by the borders of the river Zaire. And there is no quiet there, nor silence.”Read More →
It was on the first day of the new year that the announcement was made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that the motion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planets that wheel about the sun, had become very erratic. Ogilvy had already called attention to a suspected retardation in its velocity in December. Read More →
There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimy-looking shop near Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the name of “C. Cave, Naturalist and Dealer in Antiquities,” was inscribed. The contents of its window were curiously variegated.Read More →
This story is of a time beyond the memory of man, before the beginning of history, a time when one might have walked dryshod from France (as we call it now) to England, and when a broad and sluggish Thames flowed through its marshes to meet its father Rhine, flowing through a wide and level country that is under water in these latter days, and which we know by the name of the North Sea.Read More →
This story is of a time beyond the memory of man, before the beginning of history, a time when one might have walked dryshod from France (as we call it now) to England, and when a broad and sluggish Thames flowed through its marshes to meet its father Rhine, flowing through a wide and level country that is under water in these latter days, and which we know by the name of the North Sea.Read More →
His name was George McWhirter Fotheringay—not the sort of name by any means to lead to any expectation of miracles—and he was clerk at Gomshott’s. He was greatly addicted to assertive argument. It was while he was asserting the impossibility of miracles that he had his first intimation of his extraordinary powers.Read More →