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"The trick is not becoming a writer. The trick is staying a writer. Day after month after year after story after book."
- Harlan Ellison
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| Scout-Base | ||
| "Where is your base-world?" "At the moment I don't know." "How can you return to it if you don't know where it is? "When within its radio sweep I pick up its beacon... It isn't tied to a primary. It wanders around... It's a scout-base. A tiny, compact world equipped with all the necessary contraptions. An artificial sphere that functions as a frontier outpost." |
| From Diabologic,
by Eric Frank Russell. Published by Astounding Science Fiction in 1955 Additional resources -
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