Clifford D. Simak

Clifford D. Simak

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Portrait of Clifford D. Simak Clifford D. Simak The Shipshape Miracle

What was life like for him? Not a human sort of life, of course, not a human viewpoint, but something else entirely.
Sherwood tried to imagine what it might be like, but gave up in dismay. It would necessarily be a negation of everything he lived for—all the sensual pleasure, all the dreams of gain and glory, all the neat behavior patterns he had set up for himself, all his self-made rules of conduct and of conscience.
A miracle, he thought. As a matter of fact, there'd been two miracles. The first had been when he had been able to set his ship down without a crackup when the valve had failed.
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Portrait of Clifford D. Simak Clifford D. Simak The Shipshape Miracle

But this particular Ship had no concern with diamonds.
What a setup, he thought. A human brain and a spaceship tied together, so closely tied together that their identities had merged. He shivered at the thought of it, for it was a gruesome thing.
Although perhaps it had not meant too much to that old man who was about to die. He had traded an aged and death-marked body for many years of life. Perhaps life as a part of a space-traveling machine was better than no life at all.
How many years, he wondered, had it been since that old man had translated himself into something else than human?
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Portrait of Clifford D. Simak Clifford D. Simak The Shipshape Miracle

Sherwood screamed.
"Why, of course," the Ship said calmly, happily. "A man who would not be missed. No one knowing where you were. No one hunting for you. No one who will miss you. I had hunted for someone like you and had despaired of finding one. For I am humane. I would cause no one grief or sadness."
The walls kept closing in.
The Ship seemed to sigh in metallic contentment.
"Believe me, Mr. Sherwood," it said, "finding you was a very miracle."
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