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Philip Dick

Second Variety

The claws were bad enough in the first placenasty, crawling little death-robots. But when they began to imitate their creators, it was time for the human race to make peaceif it could!
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  • Denys Kuznietsovshared an impression6 years ago
    👍Worth reading

    Masterfully written fast paced story that also manages to be introspective somehow.

  • jbmeerkatshared an impression4 years ago

    Good, but a little bit predictable.

  • Moblishared an impression3 years ago
    👍Worth reading


  • Ирина Осипенкоhas quoted4 years ago
    “You’re going to sleep?”

    “That’s right.”

    The room plunged into darkness. Hendricks got up and made his way past the curtain, into the kitchen.

    And stopped, rigid.

    Rudi stood against the wall, his face white and gleaming. His mouth opened and closed but no sounds came. Klaus stood in front of him, the muzzle of his pistol in Rudi’s stomach. Neither of them moved. Klaus, his hand tight around his gun, his features set. Rudi, pale and silent, spread-eagled against the wall.

    “What—” Hendricks muttered, but Klaus cut him off.

    “Be quiet, Major. Come over here. Your gun. Get out your gun.”

    Hendricks drew his pistol. “What is it?”

    “Cover him.” Klaus motioned him forward. “Beside me. Hurry!”
  • Moblihas quoted3 years ago
    Hendricks did not answer. In the flickering light his eyes were glazed, two sightless orbs. Tasso’s fingers dug into his arm.
  • Moblihas quoted3 years ago
    “Is the ship near here?” Tasso slid over beside him, settling down on her haunches.

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