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One of science fiction's great humorists, Sheckley was a prolific short story writer beginning in 1952 with titles including "Specialist", "Pilgrimage to Earth", "Warm", "The Prize of Peril", and "Seventh Victim", collected in volumes from Untouched by Human Hands (1954) to Is That What People Do? (1984) and a five-volume set of Collected Stories (1991). His first novel, Immortality, Inc. (1958), was followed by The Status Civilization (1960), Journey Beyond Tomorrow (1962), Mindswap (1966), and several others. Sheckley served as fiction editor for Omni magazine from January 1980 through September 1981, and was named Author Emeritus by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America in 2001.
Another will written fantasy Sci-Fi adventure futuristic world 🌎 thriller short story by Robert Sheckley about human inventors who are being held so their invention will not benefit mankind. I would recommend this novella to readers of fantasy books 📚. Enjoy the adventure of novels 👍🔰 and books 📚. 2022
Not at all bad, plenty of plot twists, it's just that by his own super high standards this time he didn't quite hit his usual 6 stars out of 5. Still it was RS... and everything he wrote should be required reading...
The creator of an immortality serum is captured and imprisoned by a private group whose goal is to prevent certain inventions from becoming public before the world is ready.
Unassuming Charles Dennison has invented an immortality serum. He wrestled with the idea of letting the rest of the world know about it. Were humans ready for immortality? He didn't think so, but he went ahead and applied for a patent anyway, realizing that inventing things is what humans do. If he didn't invent it, someone else would.
On the subway ride to the Patent Office, two men sit next to him, one on either side of him. At first, absorbed in his newspaper, he doesn't notice them. When one pokes him in the ribs with a gun, and demands "it," Dennison thinks he's talking about his wallet. There's no way they could know about the serum.