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    GOING NOWHERE? – Perchance to Dream & The Guardians (Dystopian Classics): Science Fiction Novellas
    GOING NOWHERE? – Perchance to Dream & The Guardians (Dystopian Classics): Science Fiction Novellas
    GOING NOWHERE? – Perchance to Dream & The Guardians (Dystopian Classics): Science Fiction Novellas
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    GOING NOWHERE? – Perchance to Dream & The Guardians (Dystopian Classics): Science Fiction Novellas

    By Richard Stockham and Irving E. Cox

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    This carefully crafted ebook: "GOING NOWHERE?" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents.
    Perchance to Dream – What do you do in a totalitarian society when even your dreams are under the control of state? Can you still dare to dream freely and face death? or Will you accept conformity?
    The Guardians – All hell breaks loose when a young girl tries to fulfil her curiosity about the prohibited knowledge of her universe and defies the orders of her elders…
    Richard Stockham (?) is an unknown science fiction author.
    Irving E. Cox (1917-2001) was a prolific science fiction author who wrote popular books like Adolescents Only, The Cartels Jungle and Impact.
    LanguageEnglish
    Publishere-artnow
    Release dateMar 5, 2017
    ISBN9788026874515
    GOING NOWHERE? – Perchance to Dream & The Guardians (Dystopian Classics): Science Fiction Novellas

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      GOING NOWHERE? – Perchance to Dream & The Guardians (Dystopian Classics) - Richard Stockham

      Perchance to Dream

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      If you wish to escape, if you would go to faraway places, then go to sleep and dream. For sometimes that is the only way....

      All along the line of machines, the men's hands and arms worked like the legs of spiders spinning a web. They wound wire and hammered bolts, tied knots and welded pieces of steel and fitted gears. They did not look at each other or sing or whistle or talk or laugh.

      And then—he made a mistake.

      Instantly he stepped back and a trouble shooter moved into his place. The trouble shooter's hands flew over the controls.

      The trouble shooter finished and the workman took his place. His arms moved ceaselessly again.

      He was a tall man, slim and wiry, his dress identical to that of the others—grey coveralls that fit like tights.

      Suddenly a red light flashed in his eyes and he began to tremble. He took two steps backward. The trouble shooter moved into the empty space.

      The man stood for a moment, like a soldier at attention, turned and walked smartly toward the mouth of a corridor.

      The silence was like a motion picture with a dead sound track. There was only motion—and him walking down the line of machines where the hands reached out, working, working.

      In the corridor now, he looked straight ahead, marching. The walls glowed like water beneath a shallow sea.

      He raised his arm, felt the door strike and the heel of his hand; felt it swing open; saw the desk suspended from the ceiling by luminous, silver chains.

      A man with a massive, white-maned head and a pink, smiling face rose from behind the desk. His suit was like that of a general.

      Well, Twenty-three. The Superfather stared down at the dossier on his desk. Two mistakes in three months. Too bad. Just when you were on your way to the head of the machine room.

      I don't know what's the matter with me, said Twenty-three.

      I'm afraid we'll have to drop you back to a less responsible position.

      Of course.

      The Superfather looked up quickly. "You accept this? No depression? No threat of suicide?... You are in bad shape. He handed a packet of cards to Twenty-three. Put these in your dream machine tonight. Go to your new job tomorrow."

      Twenty-three stood motionless, staring over the other man's shoulder.

      The Superfather sat down. Tell me about the dreams you have when you don't use the machine.

      Twenty-three made a quick decision. He couldn't tell him he didn't use the standard dream cards anymore. And he certainly couldn't tell about the other dream cards he'd been getting from the little man he'd met on the street. He'd simply answer the factual truth to the question that had been asked.

      Well, he said, as though he were confessing a crime. "I dream I'm walking in the city. It's dark. I feel like I've got to find something. I don't know what. But the feeling's very strong. All of a sudden I notice the city's empty. There're just buildings and streets and a faint glow of light. And it comes to me that everybody's dead and buried. Then I know what I'm looking for. I've got to find something alive or I'll die too. So I start running around, in and out buildings, up and down streets. But there's nothing. I'm breathing so hard I think my heart's going to burst. Finally I fall down. I feel

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