Science Fiction Stories

He had striven to perfect the faultless man of the future, and had succeeded--too well. For in the pitilessly cold eyes of Adam, his super-human creation, Dr. Mundson saw only contempt--and annihilation--for the human race.

Let the dead past bury its dead? Not while I am alive, it won't!

The ideal way to deal with a pest--any menace--is, of course, to make it useful to you....

No doubt whatever about it, I had the Indian sign on me. my comfortably untidy world had suddenly turned into a monstrosity of order!

Does your wife call you Pumpkinhead? Well, maybe it's _not_ an insult; it might be a pet name. Ah--but _whose_ pet name?

Interplanetary commerce, if and when it begins, will be fraught with all of the dangers that accompany pioneering expeditions. There will be the terrible climatic conditions on other worlds to be faced, strange beasts and plants; and perhaps desperate and greedy men. That was the case when every new land was opened on Earth and it may be expected to be true when we conquer the solar planets.

Orthedrin, maxiton and glutamic acid--they were the prescription that made him king of his world!

Early morning deliveries were part of the Honeychile Bakery Service. But on this particular morning the service was reversed!

In the underground caverns of the Selom, Dr. Bird once again locks wills with the subversive genius, Saranoff.

On the Board, they were just little lights that glowed. But out there in the night of the city-jungle, they represented human passions-- virulent emotions-- and deadly crimes-to-be.