By: Alex Gerasev

The man who called himself a master worked feverishly on his novel…

By: Alex Gerasev

“Poet,” Ivan confessed.

By: John W. Campbell

“The beams will be here in another five minutes.”

By: Alex Gerasev

Huge as a hog, black as soot or as a rook.

By: Alex Gerasev

“Good man! Believe me…”

By: Alex Gerasev

“May I sit down?” the foreigner asked politely.

By: Joshua Glenn

From MOTHERLESS BROOKLYN and STONE CANAL to LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY GENTLEMEN

By: John W. Campbell

“Let machines be made and attack that enemy life-form.”

By: Alex Gerasev

At the hour of the hot spring sunset two citizens appeared…

By: John W. Campbell

The tentacles writhed once more, straightened, and rolled back.

By: John W. Campbell

It was a new brain-machine.

By: Joshua Glenn

From PLANETARY and THE CASSINI DIVISION to DAVID BORING

By: John W. Campbell

In an hour, three more colonies of humans had been destroyed.

By: John W. Campbell

A bluish beam snapped out, and the tiny machine went blank.

By: John W. Campbell

Machines had imagination of the ideal sort.