Космическая фантастика

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The Real Hard Sell

William W. Stuart

Naturally human work was more creative, more inspiring, more important than robot drudgery. Naturally it was the most important task in all the world … or was it?

Thompson’s Cat

Robert Moore Williams

The weird, invisible insect depopulated an entire planet. Now it was felling Thompson’s crew as his ship hurtled toward the sun … certain death for all, including the disease carrier. Forgotten in the panic was Buster, Thompson’s wise cat.

The Kenzie Report

Mark Clifton

If this story has a moral, it is: “Leave well enough alone.” Just look what happened to Kenzie “mad-about-ants” MacKenzie, who didn’t . . . .

The Envoy, Her

H. B. Fyfe

The Emperor must be getting old, they thought, to deal so mercifully with the upstart Jursan Rebels—which was quite true. He was not too young to dream....

The Anglers of Arz

Roger Dee

In order to make Izaak Walton’s sport complete, there must be an angler, a fish, and some bait. All three existed on Arz but there was a question as to which was which.

Sjambak

Jack Vance

Wilbur Murphy sought romance, excitement, and an impossible Horseman of Space. With polite smiles, the planet frustrated him at every turn—until he found them all the hard way!

Acid Bath

Vaseleos Garson

The starways’ Lone Watcher had expected some odd developments in his singular, nerve-fraught job on the asteroid. But nothing like the weird twenty-one-day liquid test devised by the invading Steel-Blues.

Security Risk

Ed M. Clinton, Jr.

“You wanted out?” Walker leaned forward, unwilling to believe what he had heard. “Are you trying to tell me that you arranged your discharge?”
Millet shrugged. “Why, of course. Nobody ever has bothered to ask me about that up to now, but I certainly did arrange it. It wasn’t hard, you know. All I had to do was set up some sort of relationship with a so-called security risk, and I was on my way out.”
“Why . . . that’s damned near treason.”

Probability

Louis Trimble

If you ever get to drinking beer in your favorite saloon and meet a scared little guy who wants to buy you the joint, supply you with fur coats and dolls and run you for Congress—listen well! That is, if you really want the joint, the fur coats, the dolls and a seat in Congress. Just ask Mike Murphy . . . .

No Shield from the Dead

Gordon R. Dickson

No conceivable force could penetrate Terri’s shield. Yet he was defenseless.