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Isaac Asimov on curiosity, taking risk and the value of space exploration – priceless 1983 Muppets Magazine interview
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The Gods Themselves (1972) by Isaac Asimov. 1973 cover by Charles Moll.
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Tell me why the stars do shine,
Tell me why the ivy twines,
Tell me what makes skies so blue,
And I’ll tell you why I love you.
Nuclear fusion makes stars to shine,
Tropisms make the ivy twine,
Raleigh scattering make skies so blue,
Testicular hormones are why I love you.
— Isaac Asimov
Illustrations by Ralph McQuarrie for Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction short story collection Robot Visions.
Illustrations by Ralph McQuarrie for Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction short story collection Robot Dreams. See the images for Robot Visions here.
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by Isaac Asimov
In the twenty-third century pioneers have escaped the crowded earth for life in self-sustaining orbital colonies. One of the colonies, Rotor, has broken away from the solar system to create its own renegade utopia around an unknown red star two light-years from Earth: a star named Nemesis. Now a fifteen-year-old Rotorian girl has learned of the dire threat that nemesis poses to Earth’s people—but she is prevented from warning them. Soon she will realize that Nemesis endangers Rotor as well. And so it will be up to her alone to save both Earth and Rotor as—drawn inexorably by Nemesis, the death star—they hurtle toward certain disaster. - from Amazon
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Asimov, Isaac. PEBBLE IN THE SKY.
Garden City: Doubleday & Co., 1950. First edition of the AUTHOR’S FIRST BOOK, preceded only by his Ph.D. dissertation.To Joseph Schwartz it had happened between one step and the next. He had lifted his right foot to clear the Raggedy Ann doll and for a moment he felt dizzy - as though for the merest trifle of time a whirlwind had lifted him and turned him inside out. When he placed his right foot down again, all the breath went out of him in a gasp and he felt himself slowly crumple and slide down to the grass.