The Complete Stories, Volume 1
Isaac Asimov
Language: English
Pages: 536
ISBN: 0007361602
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The first book of the definitive three-volume collection of short stories by the prolific Isaac Asimov, whose tales have delighted countless fans for over half a century--a must for every science fiction bookshelf.
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the ground. Not a speck of water got onto her glistening apple-green hood. Squeejee and detergent tube snapped back into place and disappeared. Gellhorn said, "I never saw an automatic do that." "I guess not," I said. "I fixed that up specially on our cars. They're clean. They're always scrubbing their glass. They like it. I've even got Sally fixed up with wax jets. She polishes herself every night till you can see your face in any part of her and shave by it. If I can scrape up the money, I'd
explained. The details don't matter, but as I said, he's the mathematician of the combination. When I build the circuits and put things together in what look like impossible ways, he's the guy who shuffles the symbols and tells me whether they're really impossible. Then, just as I finished and hung up, there was a ring at the door. For a minute, I thought Mary Ann had another caller and got sort of stiff-backed as I watched her go to the door. I was scribbling down some of what Cliff had just
just watch those eyes. Keep them to yourself." "Listen, lady. I'm trying not to look." Botax approached again. "Madam, would you remove the rest?" Marge drew herself up as well as she could against the pinioning field. "Never!" "I'll remove it, if you wish." "Don't touch! For God's sake, don't touch. Look at the slime on him, will you? All right, I'll take it off." She was muttering under her breath and looking hotly in Charlie's direction as she did so. "Nothing is happening," said the
back, closing his eyes. He was done. "I saw absolutely nothing wrong," said Trask to Whistler. "He told me what he was doing readily enough and it was odd but legitimate." "What he claimed he was doing," said Whistler. "Even so, I can't stop a Grand Master on opinion alone. He seemed queer but, after all, Grand Masters are supposed to seem queer. I didn't think him insane." "Using Multivac to find the source of jokes?" muttered the senior analyst in discontent. "That's not insane?" "How can
uttered it. Omani, who had returned to his book, looked up. “What?” George knew what he was saying now. He said it fiercely, “I’m leaving.” “That’s ridiculous. Sit down, George, calm yourself.” “Oh, no. I’m here on a frame-up, I tell you. This doctor, Antonelli, took a dislike to me. It’s the sense of power these petty bureaucrats have. Cross them and they wipe out your life with a stylus mark on some card file.” “Are you back to that?” “And staying there till it’s all straightened out. I’m