Venus Ascendant, Frost on the Salal, Bob Sheckley Dead
(1)
The wiry human flexed his mind lightly, shaking loose the
memory
of his age. He stood at the edge of the shadow,
considering the humming
dark. He spoke.
"I have arrived," he announced.
His stammer
was gone. He realized it when the first word
emerged. The misfiring
synapse was absent, replaced by a sturdy conduit of cells
and electrical
impulses, carrying the thought smoothly to the tongue.(2)
The wiry human flexed his mind lightly, shaking loose the
memory
of his age. He stood at the edge of the shadow,
considering the humming
dark. He spoke.
"I have arrived," he announced.
His stammer
was gone. He realized it when the first word
emerged. The misfiring
synapse was absent, replaced by a sturdy conduit of cells
and electrical
impulses, carrying the thought smoothly to the tongue.(2)
