Frederik Pohl

Frederik Pohl

Summary

Portrait of Frederik Pohl Frederik Pohl,  The Hated

“ You were sixteen hours killing him. Captain Van Wyck it was that time, remember? Who was it this time?"
"Chowderhead." I looked at the male nurses. Doubtfully, they let go of my arms and legs.
"Chowderhead," said Dr. Santly. "Oh—Roebuck. That boy," he said mournfully, his expression saddened, "he's not coming along nearly as well as you. Nearly. He can't run through a cycle in less than five hours. And, that's peculiar, it's usually you he— Well, I better not say that, shall I? No sense setting up a counter-impression when your pores are all open, so to speak?"
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Frederik Pohl Frederik Pohl,  The Hated

“ The girl was looking worried, too, I guess because I was shaking so hard I was spilling my drink. I put some money on the table without even counting it.
"It's all right," I said. "We were just going."
"We were?" She looked confused. But she came along with me. They always do, once they find out you've been to Mars.
In the next place, she said, between trips to the powder room, "It must take a lot of courage to sign up for something like that. Were you scientifically inclined in school? Don't you have to know an awful lot to be a space-flyer?
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Source: Gutenberg

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