Planet of the Damned
A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However" replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
STEPHEN CRANE
Sweat covered Brion's body, trickling into the tight loincloth that was the only garment he wore. The light fencing foil in his hand felt as heavy as a bar of lead to his exhausted muscles, worn out by a month of continual exercise. These things were of no importance. The cut on his chest, still dripping blood, the ache of his overstrained eyes--even the soaring arena around him with the thousands of spectators--were trivialities not worth thinking about. There was only one thing in his universe: the button-tipped length of shining steel that hovered before him, engaging his own weapon. He felt the quiver and scrape of its life, knew when it moved and moved himself to counteract it. And when he attacked, it was always there to beat him aside.
A sudden motion. He reacted--but his blade just met air. His instant of panic was followed by a small sharp blow high on his chest.
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Planet of the Damned
A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However" replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
STEPHEN CRANE
Sweat covered Brion's body, trickling into the tight loincloth that was the only garment he wore. The light fencing foil in his hand felt as heavy as a bar of lead to his exhausted muscles, worn out by a month of continual exercise. These things were of no importance. The cut on his chest, still dripping blood, the ache of his overstrained eyes--even the soaring arena around him with the thousands of spectators--were trivialities not worth thinking about. There was only one thing in his universe: the button-tipped length of shining steel that hovered before him, engaging his own weapon. He felt the quiver and scrape of its life, knew when it moved and moved himself to counteract it. And when he attacked, it was always there to beat him aside.
A sudden motion. He reacted--but his blade just met air. His instant of panic was followed by a small sharp blow high on his chest.
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Planet of the Damned

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A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However" replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."
STEPHEN CRANE
Sweat covered Brion's body, trickling into the tight loincloth that was the only garment he wore. The light fencing foil in his hand felt as heavy as a bar of lead to his exhausted muscles, worn out by a month of continual exercise. These things were of no importance. The cut on his chest, still dripping blood, the ache of his overstrained eyes--even the soaring arena around him with the thousands of spectators--were trivialities not worth thinking about. There was only one thing in his universe: the button-tipped length of shining steel that hovered before him, engaging his own weapon. He felt the quiver and scrape of its life, knew when it moved and moved himself to counteract it. And when he attacked, it was always there to beat him aside.
A sudden motion. He reacted--but his blade just met air. His instant of panic was followed by a small sharp blow high on his chest.

Product Details

BN ID: 2940011868788
Publisher: New Century Books
Publication date: 11/20/2010
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
File size: 131 KB

About the Author

About The Author

Harry Harrison (1925-2012) was an American science fiction author best known for his character the Stainless Steel Rat and the novel Make Room! Make Room!, the basis for the film Soylent Green. Harrison published dozens of sci-fi books, as well as novellas, short story collections, and comics, and was the editor of numerous science fiction anthologies.

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