Players at the Game of People Author:John Brunner It was, perhaps, the finest reward he had ever recieved. Bombs were falling and terrified civilians rushed madly toward the sanctuary of a tube station as the air-raid sirens screamed. Godwin Harpinshield took charge. Clad in an RAF officer's uniform, and using his most commanding tone, he transformed the wild mob into a group of orderly, pat... more »riotic citizens. The panice averted, Godwin was about to join those in the shelter when he saw a woman fighting her way back up the stairs.
"Greer, my oldest!" she cried, clutching his arm. "I did wake her up, but she was in the other room..." Her words dissolved into sobs.
"I'll find her for you," Godwin promised, turning away from safety.
He had never been so exhilarated...
Aferward, relzxing in the sun-drenched luxury of his home, he debated where to put the medal he'd received for saving Greer's life. he had not quite reached a decision, however, when he was startled by a yawn. It was unusual to be called so soon after a reward, but there was no point in trying to resist. Resigned, he switched off the room.
Surrounded now by stained and faded wallpaper, with cobwebs in the corners and a layer of grease coating the sink, Godwin lay down on the unmade , creaky, narrow bed and closed his eyes - allowing the owners to take possession of his body once again.
Suppose you could make your dreams come true, simply by lending your body to an unknown, superior being. Would you consider it a good bargain, or fear that you'd bartered your soul?« less