Planet of the Damned

Planet of the Damned Harrison, Harry Published: 1962 Categorie(s): Fiction, Science Fiction Source: http://gutenberg.net 1 About Harrison: Before becoming an editor, Harrison started in the science fiction field as an illustrator, notably with EC Comics` two science fiction comic books, Weird Fantasy and Weird Science. A large number of his early short stories were first published under house pseudonyms such as `Wade Kaempfert`. Harrison also wrote for syndicated comic strips, cre-ating the `Rick Random` character. Harrison is now much better known for his writing, particularly his humorous and satirical science fiction, such as the Stainless Steel Rat series and the novel Bill, the Galactic Hero (which satirises Robert A. Heinlein`s Starship Troopers). During the 1950s and 60s he was the main writer of the Flash Gordon newspaper strip. One of his Flash Gordon scripts was serialized in Comics Revue magazine. Harrison drew sketches to help the artist be more scientifically accurate, which the artist largely ignored. Not all of Harrison`s writing is comic, though. He has written many stories on serious themes, of which by far the best known is the classic novel about overpopulation and con-sumption of the world`s resources Make Room! Make Room! which was used as a basis for the science fiction film Soylent Green (though the film changed the plot and theme). Harrison for a time was closely identified with Brian Aldiss and the pair collaborated on a series of anthology pro-jects. Harrison and Aldiss did much in the 1970s to raise the standards of criticism in the field. Harrison is a writer of fairly liberal worldview. Harrison`s work often hinges around the contrast between the thinking man and the man of force, although the "Thinking Man" often needs ulti-mately to employ force himself. Source: Wikipedia Also available on Feedbooks for Harrison: · Deathworld (1960) · The Misplaced Battleship (1960) · The Repairman (1958) · Arm of the Law (1958) · Toy Shop (1962) · The Ethical Engineer (1963) · The K-Factor (1960) · The Velvet Glove (1956) · Navy Day (1954) Copyright: Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and/or check the copyright status in your country. 2 Note: This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http://www.feedbooks.com Strictly for personal use, do not use this file for commercial purposes. 3 For my Mother and Father— RIA AND LEO HARRISON 4 Chapter 1 A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However" replied the uni-verse, "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 con-tinual 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. "Touch!" A world-shaking voice bellowed the word to a million wait-ing loudspeakers, and the applause of the audience echoed back in a wave of sound. "One minute," a voice said, and the time buzzer sounded. Brion had carefully conditioned the reflex in himself. A minute is not a very large measure of time and his body needed every fraction of it. The buzzer`s whirr triggered his muscles into complete relaxation. Only his heart and lungs worked on at a strong, measured rate. His eyes closed and he was only distantly aware of his handlers catching him as he fell, carrying him to his bench. While they massaged his limp body and cleansed the wound, all of his attention was turned inward. He was in reverie, sliding along the borders of consciousness. The nagging memory of the previous night loomed up then, and he turned it over and over in his mind, examining it from all sides. 5 ... - tailieumienphi.vn