Bài thuyết trình BIẾN ĐỔI KHÍ HẬU

Philip Kindred Dick (December 16, 1928 – March 2, 1982) was anAmerican science fiction novelist, short story writer, and essayist. Dickexplored sociological, political and metaphysical themes in novels dominatedby monopolistic corporations, authoritarian governments, andaltered states. In his later works, Dicks thematic focus strongly reflectedhis personal interest in mysticism and theology. He often drew upon hisown life experiences and addressed the nature of drug use, paranoia andschizophrenia, and mystical experiences in novels such as A ScannerDarkly and VALIS. The novel The Man in the High Castle bridged thegenres of alternate history and science fiction, earning Dick a HugoAward for Best Novel...
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Bài thuyết trình BIẾN ĐỔI KHÍ HẬU Beyond Lies the Wub Dick, Philip K.Published: 1952Categorie(s): Fiction, Science Fiction, Short StoriesSource: http://www.gutenberg.org 1About Dick: Philip Kindred Dick (December 16, 1928 – March 2, 1982) was anAmerican science fiction novelist, short story writer, and essayist. Dickexplored sociological, political and metaphysical themes in novels dom-inated by monopolistic corporations, authoritarian governments, andaltered states. In his later works, Dicks thematic focus strongly reflectedhis personal interest in mysticism and theology. He often drew upon hisown life experiences and addressed the nature of drug use, paranoia andschizophrenia, and mystical experiences in novels such as A ScannerDarkly and VALIS. The novel The Man in the High Castle bridged thegenres of alternate history and science fiction, earning Dick a HugoAward for Best Novel in 1963. Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said, anovel about a celebrity who awakens in a parallel universe where he isunknown, won the John W. Campbell Memorial Award for best novel in1975. I want to write about people I love, and put them into a fictionalworld spun out of my own mind, not the world we actually have, be-cause the world we actually have does not meet my standards, Dickwrote of these stories. In my writing I even question the universe; Iwonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real.In addition to thirty-six novels, Dick wrote approximately 121 short stor-ies, many of which appeared in science fiction magazines. Although Dickspent most of his career as a writer in near-poverty, nine of his storieshave been adapted into popular films since his death, including BladeRunner, Total Recall, A Scanner Darkly and Minority Report. In 2005,Time Magazine named Ubik one of the one hundred greatest English-language novels published since 1923. In 2007, Dick became the first sci-ence fiction writer to be included in The Library of America series.Also available on Feedbooks for Dick: • The Gun (1952) • The Defenders (1953) • Beyond the Door (1954) • The Crystal Crypt (1954) • The Variable Man (1953) • Mr. Spaceship (1953) • The Skull (1952) • Piper in the Woods (1953) • Second Variety (1953)Copyright: Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and/or 2check the copyright status in your country.Note: This book is brought to you by Feedbookshttp://www.feedbooks.comStrictly for personal use, do not use this file for commercial purposes. 3Transcribers Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories July1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typo-graphical errors have been corrected without note. 4THEY had almost finished with the loading. Outside stood the Optus,his arms folded, his face sunk in gloom. Captain Franco walked leisurelydown the gangplank, grinning. Whats the matter? he said. Youre getting paid for all this. The Optus said nothing. He turned away, collecting his robes. TheCaptain put his boot on the hem of the robe. Just a minute. Dont go off. Im not finished. Oh? The Optus turned with dignity. I am going back to the village.He looked toward the animals and birds being driven up the gangplankinto the spaceship. I must organize new hunts. Franco lit a cigarette. Why not? You people can go out into the veldtand track it all down again. But when we run out halfway between Marsand Earth— The Optus went off, wordless. Franco joined the first mate at the bot-tom of the gangplank. Hows it coming? he said. He looked at his watch. We got a goodbargain here. The mate glanced at him sourly. How do you explain that? Whats the matter with you? We need it more than they do. Ill see you later, Captain. The mate threaded his way up the plank,between the long-legged Martian go-birds, into the ship. Franco watchedhim disappear. He was just starting up after him, up the plank towardthe port, when he saw it. My God! He stood staring, his hands on his hips. Peterson was walk-ing along the path, his face red, leading it by a string. Im sorry, Captain, he said, tugging at the string. Franco walked to-ward him. What is it? The wub stood sagging, its great body settling slowly. It was sittingdown, its eyes half shut. A few flies buzzed about its flank, and itswitched its tail. It sat. There was silence. Its a wub, Peterson said. I got it from a native for fifty cents. He saidit was a very unusual animal. Very respected. This? Franco poked the great sloping side of the wub. Its a pig! Ahuge dirty pig! Yes sir, its a pig. The natives call it a wub. A huge pig. It must weigh four hundred pounds. Franco grabbed atuft of the rough hair. The wub gasped. Its eyes opened, small and moist.Then its great mouth twitched. 5 A tear rolled down the wubs cheek and splashed on the floor. Maybe its good to eat, Peterson said nervously. Well soon find out, Franco said. THE wub survived the take-off, sound asleep in the hold of the ship.When they were out in space and everything was running smoothly,Captain Franco bade his men fetch the wub upstairs so that he mightperceive what manner of beast it was. The wub grunted and wheezed, squeezing up the passageway. Come on, Jones grated, pulling at the rope. The wub twisted, rub-bing its skin off on the smooth chrome walls. It burst into t ...