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Spawning Ground by Lester Del Rey - They weren't human. They were something more—and something less—they were, in short, humanity's hopes for survival! The Starship Pandora creaked and groaned as her landing pads settled unevenly in the mucky surface of the ugly world outside. She seemed to be restless to end her fool's errand here, two hundred light years from the waiting hordes on Earth. Straining metal plates twanged and echoed through her hallways. Captain Gwayne cursed and rolled over, reaching for his boots. He was a big, rawboned man, barely forty; but ten years of responsibility had pressed down his shoulders and put age-feigning hollows under his reddened eyes. The starlanes between Earth and her potential colonies were rough on the men who traveled them now. He shuffled toward the control room, grumbling at the heavy gravity. Lieutenant Jane Corey looked up, nodding a blonde head at him as he moved toward the ever-waiting pot of murky coffee. 'Morning, Bob. You need a shave.' 'Yeah.' He swallowed the hot coffee without tasting it, then ran a hand across the dark stubble on his chin. It could wait. 'Anything new during the night?' 'About a dozen blobs held something like a convention a little ways north of us. They broke up about an hour ago and streaked off into the clouds.' The blobs were a peculiarity of this planet about which nobody knew anything. They looked like overgrown fireballs, but seemed to have an almost sentient curiosity about anything moving on the ground. 'And our two cadets sneaked out again. Barker followed them, but lost them in the murk. I've kept a signal going to guide them back.'

Lester Del Rey (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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The Perfect Woman

The Perfect Woman by Robert Sheckley - Somebody once came up with a song title we have never forgotten: 'For every man there is a woman, so why did I gel stuck with you?” Not that Mr. Morcheck felt that way about Myra. Fie not only believed she was absolutely perfect; you could get a punch in the nose for doubting it! And he was so right —for a while! Mr. Morcheck awoke with a sour taste in his mouth and a laugh ringing in his ears. It was George Owen-Clark’s laugh, the last thing he remembered from the Triad-Morgan party. And what a party it had been! All Earth had been celebrating the turn of the century. The year Three Thousand! Peace and prosperity to all, and happy life... “How happy is your life?” Owen-Clark had asked, grinning slyly, more than a little drunk. “I mean, how is life with your sweet wife?” That had been unpleasant. Everyone knew that Owen-Clark was a Primitivist, but what right had he to rub people’s noses in it? Just because he had married a Primitive Woman. . . . “I love my wife,” Morcheck had said stoutly. “And she’s a hell of a lot nicer and more responsive than that bundle of neuroses you call your wife.” But of course, you can’t get under the thick hide of a Primitivist. Primitivists love the faults in their women as much as their virtues — more, perhaps.

Robert Sheckley (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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Second Census

Second Census by John Victor Peterson - Quintuplets alone would be bad enough, without a census taker who could count them in advance! In addition to being a genius in applied atomics, Maitland Browne's a speedster, a practical joker, and a spare-time dabbler in electronics. As far as speed's concerned, I had a very special reason for wanting to get home early tonight, and swift straight flight would have been perfectly okay with me. The trouble was that Browne decided that this was his night to work on Fitzgerald. Browne lifted the three passenger jetcopter—his contribution to our commuterpool—from the flight stage at Brookhaven National Laboratories in a strictly prosaic manner. Then the flight-fiend in him came out with a vengeance. Suddenly and simultaneously he set the turbo-jets to full thrust and dived to treetop level; then he started hedgehopping toward Long Island Sound. His heavy dark features were sardonic in the rear-view mirror; his narrowed, speculative eyes flicked to it intermittently to scan Ed Fitzgerald beside me. Browne's action didn't surprise, startle, or even frighten me at first. I'd seen the mildly irritated look in his eyes when Fitzgerald had come meandering up—late as usual!—to the ship back on the stage. I had rather expected some startling development; provoking Ed Fitzgerald to a measurable nervous reaction was one of Browne's burning ambitions. I also had a certain positive hunch that Fitzgerald's tardiness was deliberate. In any event my mind was ninety per cent elsewhere. Tessie—my wife—had visifoned me from Doc Gardiner's office in New Canaan just before I'd left my office at the Labs and had told me with high elation that we were destined to become the proud parents of quintuplets! I was, therefore, now going back bewilderedly over our respective family trees, seeking a precedent in the genes.

John Victor Peterson (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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An Enemy of Peace

An Enemy of Peace by Robert Silverberg - When enemies of peace threaten the System, they must be eliminated. There are many ways to do this. And if all else fails, you can always go to war with them. Center City belonged to Lloyd Riddell, and Lloyd Riddell belonged to the city. He had held it together almost single-handed while the white blaze of atomics laid waste the horizon; he had turned panic into determination, defeat into dogged refusal to lie down. He had fought for the city. He had killed for it. And now the city was threatened again. 'When does Northburg intend to attack us?' 'I—I don't know,' Len Colter said. 'It all depends on what's going on in David Barr's mind. I lit out for Center City as soon as I heard him making the speech, there in that rubbleheap. The minute I heard him yelling, 'We must wipe out Center City,' I knew I had to come back here and let you know.' Riddell scowled. 'I suppose you did the best thing. But you should have waited. You should have found out when they plan to attack.' 'I'm sorry, sir, I—' 'Forget it,' Riddell said sharply. 'Get going. Get back to Northburg, scout around, find out whatever you can about this invasion. And send Ken Naylor in when you leave.' 'Yes, sir.' The youthful spy turned and left. Riddell stared at the boy's back as he passed through the door, then studied the gold letters on the glass door that said 'Mayor of Center City' in reverse. He had come to Center City twenty years ago, a frightened, lonely ten-year-old orphan with no place to stay. That had been before the Madness. Center City had taken him in, given him a home, foster parents, all the things denied him so long.

Robert Silverberg (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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The Mystery of Deneb IV

The Mystery of Deneb IV by Robert Silverberg - When Dave Carter tried to rescue the Denebians he found himself in a den of thieves. And he had cause to remember Shakespeare's observation: 'He who steals my purse steals trash.' The first thing that crossed Dave Carter's mind was that the SOS was some kind of hoax. Then a fist thudded into the back of his neck, and he knew it was worse than a hoax—it was a trap. His knees sagged and he grabbed wildly for the side of his spaceship. Steadying himself, he struck out with a fist. His unknown assailant grunted. Carter's eyes widened as he discovered he was fighting another Earthman, here on this alien world in the Deneb system. What the devil is this? Carter asked himself, as his fist crashed into the other's stomach. They ask me to come rescue them—and then they jump me from behind. The man was wearing the gray-and-gold uniform of the missing Vanguard expedition. He was a big, rangy spaceman. His eyes glittered with a cold menace that Carter had never seen in human eyes before. Carter reached back, grasped the rungs of the ladder behind him with both hands, and kicked out at the other. The man crumpled backward onto the ground. Carter ran over to him. He put a knee on the other's chest. 'Who are you?' he demanded. No answer.

Robert Silverberg (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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Farewell Message

Farewell Message by David Mason - V'gu found Earth primitive and crude. Its hydrogen bombs, for instance... Author David Mason was actually Samuel Mason, born in 1924 although we don’t know his birthplace and we know very little about him. We know he wrote four novels and about a dozen short stories. Farewell Message was published in the next to the last issue of Science Fiction Adventures Magazine in April 1958.

David Mason (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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Miracle

Miracle by Ray Cummings - A summons from yesterday, a promise from tomorrow–they had commanded Alan Dane to tear apart the pages of history–to save his unborn son! 'But how can you possibly know that time traveling has never been done?' the chemist protested. 'Someone from our future may have gone into the past many times.' 'I should think they'd have created quite a commotion,' the lawyer observed. 'Wouldn't we have heard of it from our historical records?' 'Of course.' The chemist was smiling now. 'We probably have. History tells of many important occasions on which a 'vision' appeared. A miraculous presence, such as Joan of Arc, for instance, or the Angel of Mons.' 'Or the appearance of the Sun God to the Aztecs. I get your point,' one of the other men interjected. 'You think that there might have been a time traveler who materialized just long enough to take a look—and the superstitious natives took him for a god. Why not? That's probably just what would happen.' Young Alan Dane sat in a corner of his grandfather's laboratory, listening to the argument of the group of men. He was well over six feet in height, a sun-bronzed, crisply blond young Viking. Beside him sat Ruth Vincent, his fiancée, a slim girl of twenty. Alan's heart was pounding. Somehow it seemed as though this bantering talk of time traveling were something momentous to him, something requiring a great and irrevocable decision. Then abruptly old Professor Dane held up his hand and, quite casually, said, 'What you do not know, gentlemen, is that for half my life I have been working to discover the secret of time travel.' His audience was suddenly tense. Professor Dane was loved and respected by each of them, and his word in his chosen field of physics was final. If he said a thing could be done there was no mistake.

Ray Cummings (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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Absolutely No Paradox

Absolutely No Paradox by Lester Del Rey - If time-travel is possible, then why haven't we been visited by people from the future? But Pete LeFranc found the answer to that. The old men's section of the Arts and Science Club was always the best ordered. The robots somehow managed to avoid clanking there; the greensward beyond the veranda was always just right, and the drinks were the best for six counties. Old Ned Brussels touched his glass to his lips appreciatively, sighed in contentment, and waited for some of the other oldsters to break the silence. Finally, Lem Hardy took the plunge. 'He did it,' he announced, referring to a conversation of weeks before. Then, at their puzzled looks, he amplified. 'My grandson, damn it! He's got a time machine—it works. Sent a cat four days up, and it came through unharmed.' The glass fell from Old Ned's hand, bouncing on the floor, and spilling good liquor. A robot came forward silently to clean it up, but Ned didn't look at it. 'Four days doesn't mean a thing. Lem—is that kid planning on trying it out?' 'He's going to try it next week.' 'Then for the Lord's sake, stop him! Look, does it work like this?' His fingers slipped over the pencil smoothly, as they had always done when he worked, drafting robot bodies in the old days. A rude schematic seemed to grow almost instantly on the paper. Lem took it, then stiffened suddenly. 'Who told you?'

Lester Del Rey (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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The Star

The Star by H. G. Wells - As a mysterious star hurtles toward Earth, bringing with it unprecedented chaos and destruction, humanity grapples with the impending apocalypse and the uncertain fate of their world. Amidst the turmoil, a diverse array of individuals—from scientists to lovers, from scholars to refugees—navigate the cataclysmic events and search for meaning in the face of annihilation. It was on the first day of the new year that the announcement was made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that the motion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planets that wheeled about the sun, had become erratic. Ogilvy had already called attention to a suspected retardation in its velocity in December. Such a piece of news was scarcely calculated to interest the world the greater portion of whose inhabitants were unaware of the existence of the planet Neptune, nor outside the astronomical profession did the subsequent discovery of a faint remote speck of light in the region of the perturbed planet cause any great excitement. Scientific people, however, found the intelligence remarkable enough, even before it became known that the new body was rapidly growing larger and brighter, that its motion was quite different from the orderly progress of the planets, and that the deflection of Neptune and its satellite was becoming now of an unprecedented kind. Few people without training in science can realize the huge isolation of the solar system. The sun with its specks of planets, its dust of planetoids, and its impalpable comets swims in vacant immensity that almost defeats the imagination.

H.G. Wells (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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Apocalyptic Sci-Fi 2 - 10 Science Fiction Short Stories by Philip K. Dick, H. G. Wells, Fritz Leiber

Ten Apocalyptic and Post-Apocalyptic science fiction short stories from some of the best sci-fi authors of the 1940s, 50s and 60s. - Time Enough At Last by Lynn Venable - Breakfast at Twilight by Philip K. Dick - Inheritance by Edward W. Ludwig - Homecoming by Miguel Hidalgo - Proof of the Pudding by Robert Sheckley - The Star by H. G. Wells - Not a Creature Was Stirring by Dean Evans - The Spy in the Elevator by Donald E. Westlake - The Enormous Word by William Oberfield - The Moon is Green by Fritz Leiber

Dean Evans, Donald E. Westlake, Edward W. Ludwig, Fritz Leiber, H.G. Wells, Lynn Venable, Miguel Hidalgo, Philip K. Dick, Robert Sheckley, William Oberfield (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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The Moon is Green

The Moon is Green by Fritz Leiber - Anybody who wanted to escape death could, by paying a very simple price—denial of life! 'Effie! What the devil are you up to?' Her husband's voice, chopping through her mood of terrified rapture, made her heart jump like a startled cat, yet by some miracle of feminine self-control her body did not show a tremor. Dear God, she thought, he mustn't see it. It's so beautiful, and he always kills beauty. 'I'm just looking at the Moon,' she said listlessly. 'It's green.' Mustn't, mustn't see it. And now, with luck, he wouldn't. For the face, as if it also heard and sensed the menace in the voice, was moving back from the window's glow into the outside dark, but slowly, reluctantly, and still faunlike, pleading, cajoling, tempting, and incredibly beautiful. 'Close the shutters at once, you little fool, and come away from the window!' 'Green as a beer bottle,' she went on dreamily, 'green as emeralds, green as leaves with sunshine striking through them and green grass to lie on.' She couldn't help saying those last words. They were her token to the face, even though it couldn't hear.

Fritz Leiber (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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The Monsters

Robert Sheckley (Author), Scott Miller (Narrator)

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Audiobooks Narrated by Scott Miller