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Robert Abernathy
Robert Abernathy was an American science fiction writer known for his thought-provoking and imaginative short stories, particularly during the 1940s and 1950s. His works often appeared in pulp magazines like "Astounding Science Fiction" and "Planet Stories." Abernathy's writing explored themes of alien civilizations, human psychology, and dystopian futures, with notable stories such as "Heirs Apparent" and "The Rotifers." Though he was not as prolific as some of his contemporaries, his stories are still appreciated for their intelligence and originality within the genre.
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At sunset they were in sight of the Ryzga mountain. Strangely it towered among the cliffs and snow-slopes of the surrounding ranges: an immense and repellently geometric cone, black, its sides blood-tinted by the dying sun. Neena shivered, even though the surrounding cold could not reach her. The ice-wind blew from the glacier, but Var's love was round her as a warming cloak, a cloak that glowed...
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The beetle woke from a dreamless sleep, yawned, stretched cramped limbs and smiled to himself. In the west the sunset's last glow faded. Stars sprang out in the clear desert sky, dimmed only by the white moon that rose full and brilliant above the eastern horizon. Methodically, suppressing impatience, he went through every evening's ritual of waking. He checked his instruments, scanned the...
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James Dalton strode briskly through the main exhibit room of New York’s Martian Museum, hardly glancing to right or left though many displays had been added since his last visit. The rockets were coming home regularly now and their most valuable cargoes—at least from a scientist’s point of view—were the relics of an alien civilization brought to light by the archeologists excavating the great...
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