But when a tree speaks to one, what is one to do? On
If mankind were to continue in other than the present barbarism, a new path must be found, a new civilization based on some other method than technology.
Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.
A lark sailed out of a grassy plot and soared high into the sky, and seeing it, he waited for the trill of liquid song to spray out of its throat and drip out of the blue. But there was no song, as th...
And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past - except there was no future and no past, but an infinite number of brackets, extending either way, each bra...
Delectable, Ulysses said. Of all the drinks that I have drank on all the planets I have visited, the coffee is the best.
To regard all life as brother life, to meet all things as people.
What is a bow and arrow? It is the beginning of the end. It is the winding path that grows to the roaring road of war. It is a plaything and a weapon and a triumph in human engineering. It is the firs...
Nothing definite, of course. But say a hundred years to get themselves established as a viable society, perhaps three hundred to rebuild an approximation of the kind of technological setup they had he...
We realized that among us, among all the races, we had a staggering fund of knowledge and of techniques - that working together, by putting together all this knowledge and capability, we could arrive...
He stood and watched his friend hobble around the house, felt the cold claw of loneliness reach out and touch him with icy fingers. A terrible loneliness. The loneliness of age—of age and the outdated...
The pendulum had swung too far, as always, and now was swinging back, and the horror of intolerance had been loosed upon the land.
Good man, Thorne, thought Adams.
But man had changed. He had lost the old knowledge and old skills. His mind had become a flaccid thing. He lived from one day to the next without any shining goal. But he still kept the old vices—the...
But five men had died, three humans and two androids, beside a river that flowed on Aldebaran XII, just a few short miles from Andrelon, the
There are certain segments of society that will never lend an ear to a new idea. They squat in a certain place and will not budge from it. They will find many reasons to maintain a way of life that is...
Sutton is a good man.
Our computers have no purpose. They are not alive. But if they were alive? Well, in that case, I suppose the ultimate purpose would be the storage of a universal data and its correlation. That perhaps...
Fellow humans, the need for a certain cult of fellowship—a psychological, almost physiological need for approval of one’s thought and action. A force that kept men from going off at unsocial tangents,...
Unconventional, said Jenkins. What is conventional? asked Andrew. Living in a dream? Living for a memory? you must be weary of it. Not