The world had opened out and so had the universe, or what she since had thought must have been the universe, lying all spread out before her, with ever nook revealed, with all the knowledge, all the r...
Delectable, Ulysses said. Of all the drinks that I have drank on all the planets I have visited, the coffee is the best.
But when a tree speaks to one, what is one to do? On
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...
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.
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...
The name is Asher Sutton.
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...
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 The loneliness of age—of age and the outdated...
Good man, Thorne, thought Adams.
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...
The pendulum had swung too far, as always, and now was swinging back, and the horror of intolerance had been loosed upon the land.
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...
Of Wisconsin
He sat there thinking of Man's capacity for the wiping out of species--sometimes in hate or fear, at other times for the simple love of gain.
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
An android voice answered, It’s Mr. Thorne, sir, on the mentophone from Andrelon. Thank you, Alice, Adams said.