Terro-Human Future History (Complete SF Omnibus). H. Beam Piper

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       H. Beam Piper

      Terro-Human Future History (Complete SF Omnibus)

      Uller Uprising, Four-Day Planet, The Cosmic Computer, Space Viking, The Return, Little Fuzzy…

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      2018 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-4439-3

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       The Federation Series

       Uller Uprising

       Four-Day Planet

       The Cosmic Computer

       Space Viking

       The Return

       Omnilingual

       The Edge of the Knife

       The Keeper

       Graveyard of Dreams

       Ministry of Disturbance

       Oomphel in the Sky

       A Slave is a Slave

       Naudsonce

       Little Fuzzy

      The Federation Series

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      Uller Uprising

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       Prologue

       I. Commander-in-Chief Front and Center

       II. Rakkeed, Stalin, and the Rev. Keeluk

       III. Four-and-Twenty Geek Heads

       IV. If You Read It in Stanley-Browne

       V. You Can Depend on It It's Wrong

       VI. The Bad News Came After the Coffee

       VII. Bismillah! How Dumb Can We Get?

       VIII. Authority of Governor-General von Schlichten

       IX. Don't Push Them Anywhere Put Them Back in the Bottle

       X. The Geek Luftwaffe and the Kragan Airlift

       XI. Of Princedoms Which Have Been Won by Conquest

       XII. The Shadow of Niflheim

       XIII. A Bag of Tricks We Don't Have

       XIV. The Reviewers Panned Hell Out of It

       XV. A Place in my Heart for Hildegarde

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      On Satan's Footstool

      The big armor-tender vibrated, gently and not unpleasantly, as the contragravity field alternated on and off, occasionally varying its normal rate of five hundred to the second when some thermal updraft lifted the vehicle and the automatic radar-altimeter control acted to alter the frequency and lower it again. Sometimes it rocked slightly, like a boat on the water, and, in the big screen which served in lieu of a window at the front of the control cabin, the dingy-yellow landscape would seem to tilt a little. If unshielded human eyes could have endured the rays of Nu Puppis, Niflheim's primary, the whole scene would have appeared a vivid Saint Patrick's Day green, the effect of the blue-predominant light on the yellow atmosphere. The outside 'visor-pickup, however, was fitted with filters which blocked out the gamma-rays and X-rays and most of the ultra-violet-rays, and added the longer light-waves of red and orange which were absent, so that things looked much as they would have under the light of a G0-type star like Sol. The air was faintly yellow, the sky was yellow with a greenish cast, and the clouds were green-gray.

      A thousand feet below, the local equivalent of a forest grew, the trees, topped with huge ragged leaves, looking like hundred-foot stalks of celery. There would be animal life down there, too—little round things, four inches across, like eight-legged crabs, gnawing at the vegetation, and bigger things, two feet long, with articulated shell-armor and sixteen legs, which fed on the smaller herbivores. Beyond, in the middleground, was open grassland, if one could so call a mat of wormlike colorless or pastel-tinted sprouts, and a river meandered through it. On the skyline, fifty miles away, was a range of low dunes and hills, none more than a thousand feet high.

      No human