Frederik Pohl

“That's really what SF is all about, you know: the big reality that pervades the real world we live in: the reality of change. Science fiction is the very literature of change. In fact, it is the only such literature we have.”

“Me habían vuelto a pagar y mi deuda había aumentado en ocho dólares. Me atormentaba a mí mismo preguntándome adónde iba a parar ese dinero, aunque yo lo sabía muy bien. Salía deshidratado del trabajo, como lo esperaba la compañía. Marcaba entonces mi combinación en la fuente y obtenía un chorro de Gaseosa; veinticinco centavos que volaban de mi sueldo. Como el chorro era escaso pedía otro; cincuenta centavos. La cena era insulsa, como siempre, y yo no podía pasar más de dos mordiscos de Gallina. En seguida sentía hambre y me iba a la cantina donde me daban a crédito algunas Crocantes. Las Crocantes me secaban la garganta y tenía que volver a la Gaseosa. Y la Gaseosa me daba ganas de comer. Comía otra Crocante... ¿Había pensado en todo esto Fowler Schocken cuando organizó Astromejor Verdadero, el primer trust esférico? ¿De la Gaseosa a las Crocantes, de las Crocantes a los Astro de los Astro a la Gaseosa?Y el dinero adelantado se pagaba con un interés del seis por ciento.”

“Mi sentido de la iniciativa, la cualidad que me había llevado a ser lo que era, estaba agonizando poco a poco. Las dosis mínimas de alcaloides me paralizaban la voluntad, pero peor aún era esa sensación de impotencia y desesperanza. Pensaba ya que así era el mundo, que nunca cambiaría, que al fin y al cabo esto no era tan terrible, que uno siempre podía entrar en trance ante una hermosa pantalla o emborracharse con Gaseosa, o probar una de esas cápsulas verdes que pasaban de mano en mano con diversas consignas. Los muchachos esperarían con agrado el día de cobro.”

“I was worried about sex," he went on. "But you know what, Sulie? It's like being told I can't have any caviar for the next couple years. I don't even like caviar. And when you come right down to it, I don't want sex right now. I supposed you punched that into the computer? 'Cut down sex drive, increase euphoria'? Anyway, it finally penetrated my little brain that I was just making trouble for myself, worrying about whether I could get along without something I really didn't want. It's a reflection of what I think other people think I should want.”

“They were two lovely choices. One of them meant giving up every chance of a decent life forever...and the other one scared me out of my mind.”

“On this day I want to tell you about, which will be about a thousand years from now, there were a boy, a girl and a love story.”

“Wealth ... or death. Those were the choices Gateway offered. Humans had discovered this artificial spaceport, full of working interstellar ships left behind by the mysterious, vanished Heechee. Their destinations are preprogrammed. They are easy to operate, but impossible to control. Some came back with discoveries which made their intrepid pilots rich; others returned with their remains barely identifiable. It was the ultimate game of Russian roulette, but in this resource-starved future there was no shortage of desperate.”

“You can't trust reason. We threw it out of the ad profession long ago and have never missed it.”

“And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of the waters; and the name of the star is called wormwood; and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter.”