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Did you ever read what they call Science Fiction.  It's a scream.
It is written like this: ``I check out with K 19 on Aldabaran III,
and stepped out through the crummalite hatch on my 22 Model Sirus
Hardtop.  I cocked the timejector in secondary and waded through the
bright blue manda grass.  My breath froze into pink pretzels.  I
flicked on the heat bars and the Brylls ran swiftly on five legs
using their other two to send out crylon vibrations.  The pressure
was almost unbearable, but I caught the range on my wrist computer
through the transparent cysicites.  I pressed the trigger.  The thin
violet glow was icecold against the rust-colored mountains.  The
Brylls shrank to half an inch long and I worked fast stepping on
them with the poltex.  But it wasn't enough.  The sudden brightness
swung me around and the Fourth Moon had already risen.  I had
exactly four seconds to hot up the disintegrator and Google had told
me it wasn't enough.  He was right.''

They pay brisk money for this crap?
		-- Raymond Chandler to H. N. Swanson, March 14, 1953

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