This, then, was the Creche, Anno Domini 2500. A great, mile-square blind cube topping a ragged mountain; bare escarpments falling away to a turbulent sea. For five centuries the Creche had stood so, and the Androids had come forth in an unending stream to labor for Man, the Master.
Alfredo Jose de Arana-Marini Coppel was an American author. He served as a fighter pilot in the United States Army Air Forces during World War II. After his discharge, he started his career as a writer. He became one of the most prolific pulp authors of the 1950s and 1960s, adopting the pseudonyms Robert Cham Gilman and A.C. Marin and writing for a variety of pulp magazines and later "slick" publishers. Though writing in a variety of genres, including action thrillers, he is known for his science fiction stories which comprise both short stories and novels.
Leads you down one path before taking a "turning point" in another direction.
And in the end I was on the side of the "Androids" and I am glad they won the day. I mean, why not. All the "old Humans" in the story came of as being dull and lifeless. Unlike like the lifeless and unemotional "Androids", at least in their future form.
I particularly like the portrayal Erickson the Prophet of bigotry. He was simply a extremely hateful person. But also quite realistic. Uggg! Don't like his type.
The writing is a bit sluggish at times, but if soldier on through, the story is worth the read.