By Dave Dryfoos
The Golden Age of technology Fiction Megapacks are designed to introduce readers to vintage technology fiction writers who may rather be forgotten.
Dave Dryfoos (1915-2003), who produced a gentle movement of frothy SF tales for the likes of Galaxy technological know-how Fiction, Fantastic Adventures, Startling Stories, Imagination, Future technology Fiction, and others is one such unjustly forgotten author.
About the Megapacks
Over the previous couple of years, our “Megapack” sequence of e-book anthologies has proved to be considered one of our hottest endeavors. (Maybe it is helping that we occasionally provide them as charges to our mailing list!) One query we preserve getting requested is, “Who’s the editor?”
The Megapacks (except the place particularly credited) are a bunch attempt. every body at Wildside works on them. This contains John Betancourt, Mary Wickizer Burgess, Sam Cooper, Carla Coupe, Steve Coupe, Bonner Menking, Colin Azariah-Kribbs, Robert Reginald. A. E. Warren, and lots of of Wildside’s authors… who frequently recommend tales to incorporate (and not only their own!)
• Some love it Cold
• Tree, Spare That Woodman
• Blunder Enlightening
• Waste no longer, Want
• High Sign
• Uniform of a Man
• Journey Work
• “lest Ye Be Judged…”
• Seller of the Sky
• Something for the Birds
• Facts of Life
• Preferred Position
• Sign of Life
• The Price
• The out of date Spaceman
• Bridge Crossing
• The signal of Homo Sap
• Too Dense to Die
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Jealousy used to be whatever I’d by no means skilled as a part of our brain, yet I skilled it then—for with a surprising grasp, Bert grabbed me from Martha and started to throttle me. Violence was once new to me, too: I lay limp in his palms, with no sufficient adventure to aim biting him, even. yet Martha got here to my rescue. “You sadist! ” she cried. “You go away my Zyttl by myself! ” She pummeled his ribs until Bert passed me over and walked off muttering. I’d come among them. That used to be our Mind’s goal; we might divide and conquer—and study, in addition. contemplate what we needed to discover. every little thing approximately guy that’s interested by emotion used to be novel to us. Sex—which Martha and Bert were taught via their respective reviews to contemplate crucial unmarried force in Man—was unusual to our brain. in simple terms by way of making a guy for itself, may possibly our brain adventure these issues. yet every thing needed to be timed correct; it takes time to recapitulate the phylogeny of so complex a species as guy. Our brain could recognize whilst the rescue-ship reached our surroundings, even though, and that i may evolve from primate to guy the evening ahead of it landed. Then, within the morning, I’d enlist the aid of Martha. within the days that undefined, acquiring Martha’s support appeared more and more effortless. She might now not converse to Bert—he’d positioned the completing touches on their quarrel with a few comments approximately Martha’s sublimated sex-drive. simply because she suspected he was once correct, she was once enraged past reconciliation; she spent her days petting and cleansing and feeding me, and instructing me tricks—which, in fact, I discovered simply. Martha lived in the course of these occasions in a flickering daydream. frequently, whereas she petted me, she was once picturing a toddler; yet extra frequently she considered a man—tall and muscular and golden of dermis and good filled-out—as various from Bert as may be. Our brain analyzed these daydreams, and made up our minds to satisfy them. Then our brain may get the adventure it sought after. For if Martha enjoyed me while i used to be a furry little monkey, she’d definitely love me whilst I turned her dream-man. And dream-man I did become—when the time got here. a mixture of whatever referred to as “Tarzan” and the “Belvedere Apollo”. It used to be early within the morning while I went to Martha’s hut. She used to be nonetheless asleep—didn’t be aware of her puppy had long past through the evening. Bert used to be up. His brain, in all probability inspired to consider flight by means of desire for rescue, were living on butterflies, so our brain conceived a cheap facsimile of 1 and decoyed him over a hill. probably issues might were various if I’d knocked earlier than coming into Martha’s hut—or if I’d stolen a couple of pants to put on. yet I had one virtue: simply because he was once the one guy we’d ever heard, my voice used to be precisely like Bert’s. “Good morning, Martha,” I acknowledged softly. She stirred in her sleep. “Good morning, dear,” I acknowledged back, and stroked her hair, as the day prior to this, she’d stroked mine. She rolled over in her sleeping-bag and smiled; she used to be waking up, now. “If it is a dream, it’s a pleasant one,” she murmured. “Or have you ever eventually received up cour—” She opened her eyes and screamed.