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ISAAC ASIMOVGold, The Final Science Fiction CollectionPart One - The Final StoriesThe InstabilityTyped by BateauProfessor Firebrenner had explained it carefully. "Time-perception dependson the structure of the Universe. When the Universe is expanding, weexperience time as going forward; when it is contracting, we experience itgoing backward. If we could somehow force the Universe to be in stasis,

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Copyright © 1965 by Mercury Press, Inc.After hundreds of billions of years, he suddenly thought of himselfas Ames. Not the wavelength combination which, through all theuniverse was now the equivalent of Ames-but the sound itself. A faintmemory came back of the sound waves he no longer heard and nolonger could hear.The new project was sharpening his memory for so many more ofthe old, old, eons-old

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It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea;But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and

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Si uite ca aproape s-a dus si vacanta de vara, au trecut 3 luni in care pur si simplu am stat degeaba. Ei, nu chiar degeaba, am fost la mare, in Delta, in Fagaras, zilele trecute prin Bran :P, m-am plimbat putin vara asta, nu atat cat as fi vrut, dar in fine, a fost frumos :D. Mi-am indeplinit visul de a-mi face ziua de nastere la mare- avantajul de a fi nascuta in mijlocul verii.Am mai si citit

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* I had a dream last night, I was eating a ten pound marshmallow. I woke up this morning and the pillow was gone.*- Nu mai astepta, aici autobuzele merg numai de sarbatori, - se adreseaza o doamna catre o blonda.- Pai astazi e ziua mea de nastere!!*O femeie casatorita se plange prietenei sale:- De ce ma bate sotul? Spal, calc, fac mancare, totul e perfect, de copii am grija...- Cu altul nu iesi?-

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cvaf4GfX9CQ&feature=related

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Pot sa spun ca am inceput vacanta. Azi am dat penultimul examen, ultimul nu se pune, e ca si luat ;)) Si tot azi se pare ca a inceput bacul. Nu pot sa cred ca a trecut un an de cand am dat bacul. Parca ieri ma plimbam pe coridoarele liceului. Nu pot sa spun ca mi-e dor de liceu, ca nu-mi e. Mi-e dor de colegi...am avut 24 de baieti in clasa :)) nu cred ca a fost zi de liceu in care sa nu rad :))

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Two thousand years ago the Romans tried to turn this desert into an oasis, a place full of rivers and lakes and canals. The Romans wanted to build big white temples and big houses under the hot sun. They wanted to turn this desert into a new paradise, full of trees and flowers and fields. They planned to sail their ships across the desert. But they failed. The Romans failed because they looked

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deci...o sa incep cu deci ca o conluzie din tot ce "am invatat" azi: germana e grea !prima data cand am auzit ca o sa fac germana in facultate, am fost chiar incantata, a fost un fel de "dream come true", din copilarie vroiam sa invat germana. nush de ce, nu aveam un motiv deosebit, imi placea cum suna cred. acum, dupa aproape un an de zile de germana la facultate, vreau sa spun ca ma ia durerea

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Cam aşa m-am simţit eu în ultimul timp. De fiecare dată când sunt deprimată descopăr câte o melodie în care mă regăsesc. De data asta a fost Another Sad Song de Bandidos. Am descoperit-o din greşeala cum găsesc eu toate melodiile pe utube; căutam de fapt melodii din Sailor Moon. Azi am vazut ultimul episod ... poate d-asta sunt mai trista ca de obicei. Cred că oamenii ar trebui să-şi

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The ziz (Hebrew: זיז) is a giant griffin like bird in Jewish mythology, said to be large enough to be able to block out the sun with its wingspan. It is considered a giant animal/monster corresponding to archetypal creatures. Behemoth, Leviathan and Ziz were traditionally a favorite decoration motif for rabbis living in Germany. Some say that the ziz was created to protect all of the birds and

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okok, stiu ca n-am mai postat nimic de o groaza de timp, dar d-abia am avut timp sa mai respir si nici acum n-am terminat treaba. Sincera sa fiu n-am mai citit nimic decat ce mi-a trebuit pt scoala, deci....sa mai dau inainte de vacanta de Paste(pe care ,apropo o sa fiu nevoita sa mi-o iau singura :)) ) pe la biblioteca pt ceva haios. Nu de alta, dar urmeaza partialele si apoi imediat sesiunea si

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AD 2380: After a painstaking ten-year search, from the Tibetan highlands to the Brazilian rainforests, it’s official — there are no more human beings. “I suppose I have to consider this a personal setback,” said anthropologist Dr Marcia Raymo, of the Institute for Retrograde Study in Berlin. “Of course we still have human tissue in the lab, and we could clone as many specimens of Homo

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H.G. Wells EpilogueOne cannot choose but wonder. Will he ever return? It may be that he swept back into the past, and fell among the blood-drinking, hairy savages of the Age of Unpolished Stone; into the abysses of the Cretaceous Sea; or among the grotesque saurians, the huge reptilian brutes of the Jurassic times. He may even now - if I may use the phrase - be wandering on some

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a radical solution Steve LongworthWe have just finished our retraining and now it’s time to redeploy. Whoever would have thought it would come to this? We all started out with such high ideals. Well, except me of course. If I’m really honest, I only went into medicine because I thought it would be a great way for a rather ordinary looking bloke like me to meet lots of unattached, sexy young

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Order a little sister, then order her about.Ellen KlagesNanny says that I am spoiled. It comes from being an only child, and not having to share holidays or cakes and always getting to sit by the window. If I had a little brother or sister, I would learn responsibility. More work for her, she sighs, but she is only thinking of my character. Thinking about me is Nanny’s job.Of course, Mother is

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Adieu gueule d'amourViens pas boire dans mon verreTu peux même pleurer des rivièresPleurer des rivièresJ'en ai pleuré pour toi naguèreEt salut gueule d'amourTu as joué, tu perdsAlors va pleurer des rivièresPleurer des rivièresJ'en ai pleuré pour toi naguèreTu m'as cassé, presque casséLe coeur en deuxIl s'en est fallu de peuTu te rappelles ? Je me rappelles quand tu disaisL'amour, c'est

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Ce vor cu adevarat femeile?Tanarul rege Arthur a fost invins si inchis de monarhul regatului vecin. Monarhul ar fi putut sa-l omoare, dar a fost miscat de tineretea si idealurile lui Arthur. Asa incat monarhul s-a oferit sa-i redea libertatea in schimbul raspunsului la o intrebare foarte dificila.Lui Arthur i s-a dat un an pentru a afla raspunsul la intrebare; daca dupa trecerea perioadei de un

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by S. E. SchlosserWhen Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the

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Allan M. Lees It’s funny how frequently the public’s idea of something is far from its reality. Hollywood thrives on this misperception, of course, but so does science. Canvas one hundred people at random about their notions of science and you’ll get a litany of descriptions involving white coats, rationality and the pursuit of knowledge. In theory science is about exploring theunknown

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byS. E. Schlosser The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It was the night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. She had bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for the dance. She knew she looked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life.Then her mother came in the

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Un tanar novice si un calugar se plimbau prin gradina manastirii, citind si comentand impreuna diferite pasaje din Biblie.La un moment dat au simtit nevoia unei tigari, dar, nestiind daca incalca vreo regula fumand in timpul studiului, s-au hotarit sa ceara, dupa masa, permisiunea parintelui staret.Cand s-au intilnit a doua zi, calugarul fuma linistit, spre nedumerirea novicelui:“Frate, mie

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Rapunzel, Campanula rapunculus (rampion), a congener of the -common harebell. It has a long white spindle-shaped root which is eaten raw like a radish, and has a pleasant sweet flavour. Its leaves and young shootsare also used in salads - and so are the roots, sliced. There was once a man and a woman who had long in vain wished for a child.At length the woman hoped that God was about to grant her

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There was once upon a time an old goat who had seven little kids, and loved them with all the love of a mother for her children. One day she wanted to go into the forest and fetch some food. So she called all seven to her and said, "Dear children, I have to go into the forest, be on your guard against the wolf; if he comes in, he will devour you all - skin, hair and all. The wretch often

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Crystal Arbogast The mass of helmets lurched backward as the landing craft plunged into the dark water. Sea spray glistened on the surface of everything it touched, catching the light of the artillery fire. Private Eddie Hagen glanced at the faces of the men around him. Some were praying, while others held pictures or mementos of sweethearts and family before carefully tucking them away inside of

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PROLOGAlchimistul luă o carte pe care o adusese cineva din caravană. Tomul era fără copertă, dar reuşi să-i identifice autorul: Oscar Wilde. În timp ce-i răsfoia paginile, găsi o povestire despre Narcis.Alchimistul cunoştea legenda lui Narcis, frumosul băiat care-şi contempla zilnic propria frumuseţe într-un lac. Era atît de fascinat de el însuşi că într-o bună zi a căzut în lac şi a murit înecat

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basm englezIntr-un maret palat, la malul marii, traia odata un lord batran si foarte bogat, care nu avea nici sotie nici copii in viata, avea doar o nepotica al carei chip nu-l vazuse niciodata. Batranul isi ura nepotica caci la nasterea ei, ii murise cea mai draga dintre fiice. Cand batrana doica ii adusese copila, el se jura ca, atat cat va trai, nu se va uita la ea, nu avea decat sa traiasca

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by: Joseph HallLIEUTENANT LUDWIG KREUSLER glanced hurriedly through the mail that had accumulated during the month that the X-8 had been away from base. At the bottom of the pile he found the letter he had been seeking and his eyes brightened. It was a fat letter, addressed in feminine handwriting, and its original postmark was Washington, D.C., U.S.A."His excellency will see you, sir." The

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By: George Gordon, Lord ByronShe walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where

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Ted Chiang is an occasional writer of science fiction. His work can be found in his collection Stories of Your Life and Others,published by Pan Macmillan.This is a warning. Please read carefully. By now you’ve probably seen a Predictor; millions of them have been sold by the time you’re reading this. For those who haven’t seen one, it’s a small device, like a remote for opening your car door. Its

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Gareth Owens is a palaeolinguist and a student of the arcane writings of ancient and lost civilizations. He is a composer,writer and traveller and has recently completed a novel.Nat used to be in a band. Until yesterday that was. That’s him, sat in the armchair, the unhappy looking one talking to Midge.And there’s Duffy and Slingshot. And that’s me in the other corner.You can’t always see me on

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David Eagleman is a neuroscientist who studies how the brain represents time.He also writes fiction. He can be found at www.eaglemanlab.net .A brief history of death switches Immortal remains.There is no afterlife, but a version of us lives on nonetheless. At the beginning of the computer era,people died with passwords in their heads and no one could access their files. When access to these files

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Mike ResnickMen have always talked about building a better mousetrap, just the way they talk about a car that runs on water rather than gasoline, or nuclear fission that doesn’t have any harmful by-products. But it wasn’t until they reopened the Heisenberg Space Station out between Europa and Callisto that they realized they really needed a better mousetrap.The first team of scientists — four men

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Prima dată când veţi vedea Luna plină strălucind în sud, observaţi cu atenţie marginea ei din dreapta. Acolo unde ar sta scris ora două, dacă satelitul nostru ar fi un orologiu, veţi remarca un minuscul oval întunecat: oricine are o vedere normală îl poate descoperi cu uşurinţă. E un mare podiş, prins între pereţi abrupţi, unul dintre cele mai fru­moase de pe Lună ― Mare Crisium, Marea Crizelor.

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A serial murderer known only by a grotesquely apt nickname—Buffalo Bill—is stalking women. He has a purpose, but no one can fathom it, for the bodies are discovered in different states. Clarice Starling, a young trainee at the FBI Academy, is surprised to be summoned by Jack Crawford, chief of the Bureau’s Behavioral Science section. Her assignment: to interview Dr. Hannibal Lecter—Hannibal the

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Oscar Wilde Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant’s garden.It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on

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Arthur C. Clarke Când Marvin a împlinit zece ani, tatăl l-a dus prin coridoarele lungi şi răsunătoare care urcau prin Administrativ şi Energetic, până au ajuns în sfârşit la nivelurile cele mai de sus, prin vegetaţia dezvoltându-se cu rapiditate, a Fermelor. Lui Marvin îi plăcea aici; era amuzant să urmărească plantele uriaşe şi subţiri cum se târau cu o ardoare aproape vizibilă spre lumina

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AL DOILEA RĂSĂRITArthur C. Clarke― Uite-i, rosti Eris, ridicându-şi membrele anterioare şi întorcân­du-se pentru a privi în jos, spre valea cea lungă.Pentru o clipă, uitase de durere şi de amărăciune, astfel încât până şi Jeryl, a cărei minte era mai acordată cu mintea lui decât cu a oricărei alte fiinţe, de-abia ar fi putut să le detecteze. Exista chiar şi o nuanţă de blândeţe, trăsătură ce

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The Girl Without Hands A certain miller had little by little fallen into poverty, and had nothing left but his mill and a large apple-tree behind it. Once when he had gone into the forest to fetch wood, an old man stepped up to him whom he had never seen before, and said, "Why dost thou plague thyself with cutting wood,I will make thee rich, if thou wilt promise me what is standing behind

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Isaac AsimovDr. Isaac Asimov (n. 2 ianuarie 1920 - d. 6 aprilie1992) a fost un autor evreu american născut în Rusia şi un biochimist, un scriitor de mare succes şi excepţional de prolific, cunoscut mai ales pentru lucrările sale science-fiction şi pentru cărţile de popularizare a ştiinţei. Cea mai faimoasă lucrare este seria Fundaţia, pe care a combinat-o mai târziu cu două alte serii ale sale,

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Isaac AsimovLENNY(din volumul Povestiri cu roboţi, ― The Rest of The Robots, 1964)Corporaţia de Roboţi şi Oameni Mecanici din Statele Unite avea o problemă. Problema eralumea.Peter Bogert, matematician şef, era în drum spre Adunare când se întâlni cu Alfred Lanning,director de cercetare. Lanning îşi încrunta cu furie sprâncenele albe, unindu-le şi uitându-se fix la balustrada din camera

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