“The 2nd Platoon sends its regards!” And with that, he jammed down the “fire” button on the gun and set to work. “Hello, boys!” Harvey said in a big, booming voice. The other Obin in the room looked up while Harvey’s victim pinwheeled to the ground, then turned their multiple eyes toward the doorway, Harvey, and the hovercraft with its big gun poking right into the room. In my opinion, that isn't saying much: although Asimov's short stories (particularly the Robot ones, and the Wendell Urth stories in 'Asimov's Mysteries') are among the great works of science fiction, like many of his Golden Age contemporaries, he had trouble moving from the short. The Obin had enough time for a surprised squawk before the hovercraft’s gun struck it square in the chest, punching backward like it was a toy on a string, hurling down nearly the entire length of the hall. The Gods Themselves has a reputation as Asimov's best novel. You fought the good fight, but you lost, and I’m through.” In the twenty-second century Earth obtains limitless, free energy from a source science little understands: an exchange between Earth and a parallel. Maybe the world will last our time and, if not, there’s nothing that can be done anyway. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, ‘Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.’ I’m no god and I’ll contend no longer. A German dramatist of three centuries ago.
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