Hi,

I'm looking for the title and/or author of a book written perhaps 25
years ago, or more.

The hero is Reed Novak. He was a soldier who was near death, when a
scientist friend rebuilt him, but replaced the carbon in his body with
silicon. The scientist knew that Reed would eventually stumble upon a
portal that would take him to another universe where there lived an
energy creature that was stalking the local population. Unable to
deal with Reed's silicon structure, it succumbs to Reed's attacks.

If this is familiar, would you please let me know?

Thanks!

Matt Gessner

Any estimates on how much time the pink airship has left? My guess is
three frames, equivalent to something like two minutes, at most. :-)

Hi
This is my first post.

Back about the second half of the fifties (aged about 10) I read an SF
anthology, and fifty years later I still remember two of the stories.
I imagine that the book was probably reprinting stories previously
published in SF mags. I would be grateful for any info either on the
anthology or the individual stories, as I'd love to re-locate them:

One involved an alien ball that rolled around the countryside
destroying things. It had broken apart when it landed from space, and
the main ball rolled around seeking out the other parts, and merging
with them to produce a bigger ball. Eventually the humans blow it
apart, but the story ends with two grains of sand in the crater
rolling together to restart the process.

On Jul 20, 10:44 am, djhe...@kithrup.com (Dorothy J Heydt) wrote:

http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/comic.php?date=20060424

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It just occurred to me that I phrased the thread title wrongly.

Hello everyone,
please excuse any lapses in protocol. Long time internet user
but this is the first time I have ever posted anything. Have been
reading sf and fantasy since I was a kid. Now having reach thirty I
find that my palate has become jaded. I have made my way through
various reading lists published on the web and elsewhere. Nothing
seems to be having an impact on me recently. Each weekend I make my
way through novels and don't really engage with the story of
characters. I know that it has to be me and not the novels. Since most
of them have been well reviewed. Has anyone out there had a similar
problem? Am I just getting old or has my abuse of amazon.com and my
love for the sony ebook reader caught up with me? Is it an age thing?
I want to experience the visceral thrill of discovering 'Enders Game'
again. It seems years since a novel pulled me in and spat me out after
8 hours feeling slightly confused and otherworldly. I miss that nice
numb brain exhaustion that comes from having gotten lost. A friend
suggested joining a reading group, but it just seems a little
pretentious. The books I have enjoyed most have been the ones
discovered at the bottom of bargain bins and in second hand bookshops.
Musty, crushed or otherwise tarnished books that I have read without ...

I think it's a Kuttner story.

It's impossible to get away with murder, because the police have time
viewers that can observe both the death and the events leading up to
it. A murderer plans the perfect crime by befriending his victim and
planting some sort of nerve stimulator on her, so that when she
playfully slaps him he's genuinely in excruciating pain, and the
killing seems like a reflexive response.