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Mari Wolf
Mari Wolf was an American science fiction writer active in the 1950s. She is best known for her short stories, including "The Little Red Man" and "Robots of the World! Arise!", which appeared in notable science fiction magazines such as "If" and "Galaxy". Wolf's writing often explored themes of artificial intelligence, social control, and the complexities of human nature. In addition to her fiction, she was a columnist for "Imagination", where she wrote the popular column "Fandom's Burden".
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Mari Wolf
ugh McCann took the last of the photographic plates out of the developer and laid them on the table beside the others. Then he picked up the old star charts—Volume 1, Number 1—maps of space from various planetary systems within a hundred light years of Sol. He looked around the observation room at the others. "We might as well start checking." The men and women around the table nodded. None...
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he telephone wouldn't stop ringing. Over and over it buzzed into my sleep-fogged brain, and I couldn't shut it out. Finally, in self-defense I woke up, my hand groping for the receiver. "Hello. Who is it?" "It's me, Don. Jack Anderson, over at the factory. Can you come down right away?" His voice was breathless, as if he'd been running hard. "What's the...
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