This guy gets sent to a planet where everyone dies for not fitting in to
society as the master computer has decided. Can't compare it to other
stories but that is ok because this was painful to finish. No wolves, no
memory.
society as the master computer has decided. Can't compare it to other
stories but that is ok because this was painful to finish. No wolves, no
memory.
When the bumbling idiots of the human race turned over their cares and woes to the infinitely superior mechanism of TECT, they clearly made a wise choice.
Take the case of Sandor Courane. TECT offered to make him a college basketball star. When it turned out he could barely dribble, TECT gave him a second chance as a science-fiction writer. And when no one bought his books, TECT offered him a comfortable job on the assembly line of a Japanese auto plant.
When Courane had the effrontery to flunk as a screw-turner, TECT was even kind enough to send him to a rehabilitation program on a lovely pastoral planet, the end-of-the-line world called Home.
No one ever returns from the faraway planet called Home . . .
Take the case of Sandor Courane. TECT offered to make him a college basketball star. When it turned out he could barely dribble, TECT gave him a second chance as a science-fiction writer. And when no one bought his books, TECT offered him a comfortable job on the assembly line of a Japanese auto plant.
When Courane had the effrontery to flunk as a screw-turner, TECT was even kind enough to send him to a rehabilitation program on a lovely pastoral planet, the end-of-the-line world called Home.
No one ever returns from the faraway planet called Home . . .
