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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 về: Sự biến đổi khí hậu The Crystal Crypt Dick, Philip K.Published: 1954Categorie(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) • Beyond Lies the Wub (1952) • 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 January1954. 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. 4ATTENTION, Inner-Flight ship! Attention! You are ordered to land atthe Control Station on Deimos for inspection. Attention! You are to landat once! The metallic rasp of the speaker echoed through the corridors of thegreat ship. The passengers glanced at each other uneasily, murmuringand peering out the port windows at the small speck below, the dot ofrock that was the Martian checkpoint, Deimos. Whats up? an anxious passenger asked one of the pilots, hurryingthrough the ship to check the escape lock. We have to land. Keep seated. The pilot went on. Land? But why? They all looked at each other. Hovering above thebulging Inner-Flight ship were three slender Martian pursuit craft,poised and alert for any emergency. As the Inner-Flight ship prepared toland the pursuit ships dropped lower, carefully maintaining themselvesa short distance away. Theres something going on, a woman passenger said nervously.Lord, I thought we were finally through with those Martians. Nowwhat? I dont blame them for giving us one last going over, a heavy-setbusiness man said to his companion. After all, were the last ship leav-ing Mars for Terra. Were damn lucky they let us go at all. You think there really will be war? A young man said to the girl sit-ting in the seat next to him. Those Martians wont dare fight, not withour weapons and ability to produce. We could take care of Mars in amonth. Its all talk. The girl glanced at him. Dont be so sure. Mars is desperate. Theyllfight tooth and nail. Ive been on Mars three years. She shuddered.Thank goodness Im getting away. If— Prepare to land! the pilots voice came. The ship began to settleslowly, dropping down toward the tiny emergency field on the seldomvisited moon. Down, down the ship dropped. There was a grindingsound, a sickening jolt. Then silence. Weve landed, the heavy-set business man said. They better not doanything to us! Terra will rip them apart if they violate one SpaceArticle. Please keep your seats, the pilots voice came. No one is to leave theship, according to the Martian authorities. We are to remain here. A restless stir filled the ship. Some of the passengers began to read un-easily, others stared out at the deserted field, nervous and on edge, 5watching the three Martian pursuit ships land and disgorge groups ofarmed men. The Martian soldiers were crossing the field quickly, moving towardthem, running double time. This Inner-Flight spaceship was the last passenger vessel to leave Marsfor Terra. All other ships had long since left, returning to safety beforethe outbreak of hostilities. The passengers were the very last to go, the fi- ...