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  THE

  COLLECTED

  STORIES

  Arthur C. Clarke

  CONTENTS

  Cover

  Title

  Praise

  Also by Arthur C. Clarke

  Foreword

  Travel by Wire!

  How We Went to Mars

  Retreat From Earth

  Reverie

  The Awakening

  Whacky

  Loophole

  Rescue Party

  Technical Error

  Castaway

  The Fires Within

  Inheritance

  Nightfall

  History Lesson

  Transience

  The Wall of Darkness

  The Lion of Comarre

  The Forgotten Enemy

  Hide-and-Seek

  Breaking Strain

  Nemesis

  Guardian Angel

  Time’s Arrow

  A Walk In the Dark

  Silence Please

  Trouble With the Natives

  The Road to the Sea

  The Sentinel

  Holiday On the Moon

  Earthlight

  Second Dawn

  Superiority

  ‘If I Forget Thee, Oh Earth …’

  All the Time In the World

  The Nine Billion Names Of God

  The Possessed

  The Parasite

  Jupiter Five

  Encounter In the Dawn

  The Other Tiger

  Publicity Campaign

  Armaments Race

  The Deep Range

  No Morning After

  Big Game Hunt

  Patent Pending

  Refugee

  The Star

  What Goes Up

  Venture to the Moon

  The Pacifist

  The Reluctant Orchid

  Moving Spirit

  The Defenestration of Ermintrude Inch

  The Ultimate Melody

  The Next Tenants

  Cold War

  Sleeping Beauty

  Security Check

  The Man Who Ploughed the Sea

  Critical Mass

  The Other Side of the Sky

  Let There Be Light

  Out of the Sun

  Cosmic Casanova

  The Songs of Distant Earth

  A Slight Case of Sunstroke

  Who’s There?

  Out of the Cradle, Endlessly Orbiting …

  I Remember Babylon

  Trouble With Time

  Into the Comet

  Summertime on Icarus

  Saturn Rising

  Death and the Senator

  Before Eden

  Hate

  Love That Universe

  Dog Star

  Maelstrom II

  An Ape About the House

  The Shining Ones

  The Secret

  Dial F For Frankenstein

  The Wind From the Sun

  The Food of the Gods

  The Last Command

  The Light of Darkness

  The Longest Science-Fiction Story Ever Told

  Playback

  The Cruel Sky

  Herbert George Morley Roberts Wells, Esq.

  Crusade

  Neutron Tide

  Reunion

  Transit of Earth

  A Meeting With Medusa

  Quarantine

  siseneG

  The Steam-Powered Word Processor

  On Golden Seas

  The Hammer of God

  The Wire Continuum (with Stephen Baxter)

  Improving the Neighbourhood

  Copyright

  ‘There’s an incredible range of subject matter … much remains fresh … It almost goes without saying that this is an essential addition to any enthusiast’s library.’ Time Out

  ‘Nearly one thousand pages of some of the best short fiction the field has ever seen. This is probably the most significant reprint collection of the year, and it certainly deserves to be in the library of anyone who considers himself or herself a fan’ Science Fiction Chronicle

  ‘“The Sentinel” … is just one of the endless delights in this astonishing volume. The Collected Stories also contains such classics as “The Songs of Distant Earth” and the tale that many people regard as the greatest single SF short story ever written, “The Nine Billion Names of God”. Even if you have all these tales in individual volumes, this is a pretty tempting collection.’ Starburst.

  ‘We get a good idea of Clarke’s development as a writer, his full range of tones from facetious or sardonic to poetic or visionary, and his success and failures as a commentator on man’s evolution. Many of the stories have dated surprisingly little, and some are still very effective.’ Times Literary Supplement

  Also by Arthur C. Clarke

  FICTION

  Against the Fall of Night

  Childhood’s End

  The City and The Stars

  The Deep Range

  Dolphin Island

  Earthlight

  A Fall of Moondust

  The Fountains of Paradise

  The Ghost from the Grand Banks

  Glide Path

  The Hammer of God

  Imperial Earth

  Islands in the Sky

  The Lion of Comarre

  The Lost Worlds of 2001

  Prelude to Space

  Reach for Tomorrow

  Rendezvous with Rama

  The Sands of Mars

  The Songs of Distant Earth

  The Space Trilogy

  Islands in the Sky

  Earthlight

  The Sands of Mars

  2001: A Space Odyssey

  2010: Odyssey Two

  2061: Odyssey Three

  3001: The Final Odyssey

  With Gentry Lee:

  Cradle

  Rama II

  The Garden of Rama

  Rama Revealed

  With Mike McQuay

  Richter 10

  With Michael Kube-McDowell:

  The Trigger

  With Stephen Baxter

  The Light of Other Days

  SHORT FICTION

  Across the Sea of Stars

  An Arthur C. Clarke Omnibus

  An Arthur C. Clarke 2nd Omnibus

  The Best of Arthur C. Clarke

  The Collected Stories

  Expedition to Earth

  From the Oceans, From the Stars

  More Than One Universe

  The Nine Billion Names of God

  The Other Side of the Sky

  Prelude to Mars

  The Sentinel

  Tales from Planet Earth

  Tales from the White Hart

  Tales of Ten Worlds

  The Wind From the Sun

  NON-FICTION

  Ascent to Orbit

  Astounding Days

  By Space Possessed

  The Challenge of the Sea

  The Challenge of the Spaceship

  The Coast of Coral

  The Exploration of the Moon

  The Exploration of Space

  Going into Space

  Greeting, Carbon Based Bipeds!

  How the World was One

  Interplanetary Flight

  The Making of a Moon

  Profiles of the Future

  The Promise of Space

  The Reefs of Taprobane

  Report on Planet Three

  The Snows of Olympus

  The View from Serendip

  Voice Across the Sea

  Voices From the Sky

  The Young Traveller in Space

  1984: Spring
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  With the Astronauts:

  First on the Moon

  With Mike Wilson:

  Boy Beneath the Sea

  The First Five Fathoms

  Indian Ocean Adventure

  Indian Ocean Treasure

  The Treasure of the Great Reef

  With Peter Hyams:

  The Odyssey File

  With the Editors of Life:

  Man and Space

  With Robert Silverberg:

  Into Space

  With Chesley Bonestell:

  Beyond Jupiter

  With Simon Welfare and John Fairley:

  Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World

  Arthur C. Clarke’s World of Strange Powers

  Arthur C. Clarke’s Chronicles of the Strange & Mysterious

  Arthur C. Clarke’s A–Z

  AS EDITOR

  (Fiction)

  Science Fiction Hall of Fame III

  Three for Tomorrow

  Time Probe

  Arthur C. Clarke’s Venus Prime 1–VI

  (Non-Fiction)

  The Coming of the Space Age

  Arthur C. Clarke’s July 20, 2019

  Project Solar Sail

  Edited by Keith Daniels:

  Arthur C. Clarke & Lord Dunsany – A Correspondence

  Arthur C. Clarke & C. S. Lewis – A Correspondence

  FOREWORD

  According to my indefatigable bibliographer, David N. Samuelson (Arthur C Clarke – a primary and secondary bibliography, G.K. Hall) my first attempts at fiction appeared in the Huish Magazine for Autumn 1932. I was then on the Editorial Board of the school Journal, which was presided over by our English master, Capt. E. B. Mitford – to whom I later dedicated my collection The Nine Billion Names of God. My contributions were letters, purporting to be from old boys, working in exotic environments, which clearly had science-fictional inspiration.

  But what is science fiction anyway?

  Attempts to define it will continue as long as people write PhD theses. Meanwhile, I am content to accept Damon Knight’s magisterial: ‘Science Fiction is what I point to and say “That’s science fiction.”’

  Much blood has also been spilled on the carpet in attempts to distinguish between science fiction and fantasy. I have suggested an operational definition: science fiction is something that could happen – but usually you wouldn’t want it to. Fantasy is something that couldn’t happen – though often you only wish that it could.

  The writer of science fiction is faced with a problem which the writers of so-called main-stream fiction – devoted to a tiny sub-section of the real universe – don’t have to worry about. They seldom need to spend pages setting the scene: sometimes one sentence will do the trick. When you read ‘It was a foggy evening in Baker Street’, you’re there in a millisecond. The science fiction writer, constructing a totally alien environment, may need several volumes to do the job: the classic example is Frank Herbert’s masterwork Dune and its sequels.

  So it’s rather surprising that many of the finest works of science fiction are short stories. I can still recall the impact of Stanley Weinbaum’s A Martian Odyssey when the July 1934 Wonder Stories arrived. When I close my eyes I can see that characteristic Paul cover: never before or since did I read a story – and then go straight back to the beginning and read it right through again …

  So perhaps the short story is to the whole science fiction genre as the sonnet is to the epic poem. The challenge is to create perfection in as small space as possible.

  But how long is a short story? I am sorry you asked me that …

  The shortest one you’ll find in this volume contains 31 words; the longest, more than 18,000. Beyond that we enter the realm of the novella (horrid word) which merges imperceptibly into the full-length novel.

  Please remember that while these stories were written the world underwent greater changes than in the whole of previous history. Inevitably some of them have been dated by events: however I have resisted all temptations for retrospective editing. To put matters in perspective, roughly a third of these stories were written when most people believed talk of space flight was complete lunacy. By the time the last dozen were written, men had walked on the Moon.

  By mapping out possible futures, as well as a good many improbable ones, the science fiction writer does a great service to the community. He encourages in his readers flexibility of mind, readiness to accept and even welcome change – in one word, adaptability. Perhaps no attribute is more important in this age. The dinosaurs disappeared because they could not adapt to their changing environment. We shall disappear if we cannot adapt to an environment that now contains spaceships, computers – and thermonuclear weapons.

  Nothing could be more ridiculous, therefore, than the accusation sometimes made against science fiction that it is escapist. That charge can indeed be made against much fantasy – but so what? There are times (this century has provided a more than ample supply) when some form of escape is essential, and any art form that supplies it is not to be despised. And as C.S.Lewis (creator of both superb science fiction and fantasy) once remarked to me: ‘Who are the people most opposed to escapism? Jailors!’

  C. P. Snow ended his famous essay ‘Science and Government’ by stressing the vital importance of ‘the gift of foresight’. He pointed out that men often have wisdom without possessing foresight.

  Science fiction has done much to redress the balance. Even if its writers do not always possess wisdom, the best ones have certainly possessed foresight. And that is an even greater gift from the gods.

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  I am greatly indebted to Malcolm Edwards and Maureen Kincaid Speller for collecting – and indeed locating – virtually all the short pieces of fiction I have written over a period of almost seventy years.

  Arthur C. Clarke

  Colombo, Sri Lanka

  June 2000

  Travel by Wire!

  First published in Amateur Science Fiction Stories, December 1937

  Collected in The Best of Arthur C. Clarke 1937–1955

  Science fiction has always encouraged an enormous amount of amateur writing, and there have been literally thousands of duplicated (sometimes printed) magazines put out by enthusiastic ‘fans’. […] The first stories I ever completed appeared in some of these magazines […]. If they do nothing else they may serve as a kind of absolute zero from which my later writing may be calibrated. ‘Travel by Wire!’ was my first published story.

  You people can have no idea of the troubles and trials we had to endure before we perfected the radio-transporter, not that it’s quite perfect even yet. The greatest difficulty, as it had been in television thirty years before, was improving definition, and we spent nearly five years over that little problem. As you will have seen in the Science Museum, the first object we transmitted was a wooden cube, which was assembled all right, only instead of being one solid block it consisted of millions of little spheres. In fact, it looked just like a solid edition of one of the early television pictures, for instead of dealing with the object molecule by molecule or better still electron by electron, our scanners took little chunks at a time.

  This didn’t matter for some things, but if we wanted to transmit objects of art, let alone human beings, we would have to improve the process considerably. This we managed to do by using the delta-ray scanners all round our subject, above, below, right, left, in front and behind. It was a lovely game synchronising all six, I can tell you, but when it was done we found that the transmitted elements were ultra-microscopic in size, which was quite good enough for most purposes.

  Then, when they weren’t looking, we borrowed a guinea pig from the biology people on the 37th floor, and sent it through the apparatus. It came through in excellent condition, except for the fact it was dead. So we had to return it to its owner with a polite request for a post-mortem. They raved a bit at first, saying that the unfortunate creature had been inoculated with the only specimens of some germs they’d spent mo
nths rearing from the bottle. They were so annoyed, in fact, that they flatly refused our request.

  Such insubordination on the part of mere biologists was of course deplorable, and we promptly generated a high-frequency field in their laboratory and gave them all fever for a few minutes. The post-mortem results came up in half an hour, the verdict being that the creature was in perfect condition but had died of shock, with a rider to the effect that if we wanted to try the experiment again we should blindfold our victims. We were also told that a combination lock had been fitted to the 37th floor to protect it from the depredations of kleptomaniacal mechanics who should be washing cars in a garage. We could not let this pass, so we immediately X-rayed their lock and to their complete consternation told them what the key-word was.

  That is the best of being in our line, you can always do what you like with the other people. The chemists on the next floor were our only serious rivals, but we generally came out on top. Yes, I remember that time they slipped some vile organic stuff into our lab through a hole in the ceiling. We had to work in respirators for a month, but we had our revenge later. Every night after the staff had left, we used to send a dose of mild cosmics into the lab and curdled all their beautiful precipitates, until one evening old Professor Hudson stayed behind and we nearly finished him off. But to get back to my story –

  We obtained another guinea pig, chloroformed it, and sent it through the transmitter. To our delight, it revived. We immediately had it killed and stuffed for the benefit of posterity. You can see it in the museum with the rest of our apparatus.

  But if we wanted to start a passenger service, this would never do – it would be too much like an operation to suit most people. However, by cutting down the transmitting time to a ten-thousandth of a second, and thus reducing the shock, we managed to send another guinea pig in full possession of its faculties. This one was also stuffed.

  The time had obviously come for one of us to try out the apparatus but as we realised what a loss it would be to humanity should anything go wrong, we found a suitable victim in the person of Professor Kingston, who teaches Greek or something foolish on the 197th floor. We lured him to the transmitter with a copy of Homer, switched on the field, and by the row from the receiver, we knew he’d arrived safely and in full possession of his faculties, such as they were. We would have liked to have had him stuffed as well, but it couldn’t be arranged.

  After that we went through in turns, found the experience quite painless, and decided to put the device on the market. I expect you can remember the excitement there was when we first demonstrated our little toy to the Press. Of course we had the dickens of a job convincing them that it wasn’t a fake, and they didn’t really believe it until they had been through the transporter themselves. We drew the line, though, at Lord Rosscastle, who would have blown the fuses even if we could have got him into the transmitter.

 

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