A human brain-controlled spacecraft would mean mechanical perfection. This was accomplished, and something unforeseen: a strange entity called—Mr. Spaceship
t to think."
"What do you mean?" Winter's good-natured face was puzzled.
"Look." Kramer stood up, pacing back and forth, his hands in his uniform pockets. "He was my teacher in college. I respected him as a man, as well as a teacher. He was more than a voice, a talking book. He was a person, a calm, kindly person I could look up to. I always wanted to be like him, someday. Now look at me."
"Look at what I'm asking. I'm asking for his life, as if he were some kind of laboratory animal kept around in a cage, not a man, a teacher at all."
"Do you think he'll do it?"
"I don't know." Kramer went to the window. He stood looking out. "In a way, I hope not."
"But if he doesn't--"
"Then we'll have to find somebody else. I know. There would be somebody else. Why did Dolores have to--"
The vidphone rang. Kramer pressed the button.
"This is Gross." The heavy features formed. "The old man called me. Professor Thomas."
"What did he say?" He
A good little adventure story, though it seems Dick's ending was a little trite. Held my interest all the way though, trying to figure out what the ship was up to.
I slipped a cog here. I should have given this story at least 3 stars.
A stalemate war with the Yuks, a strange alien culture that uses organic life forms instead of mechanical objects to do their work has thinking mines protecting them from the humans who decide when to blow up. The solution experiment; get a human brain to control a spaceship so it can outsmart the Yuk organic mines. Just be careful whose brain you use. Maybe not the brain of your old pacifist university professor who is at death's door, or there might be unintended consequences from a sentient spaceship jetting around with it's own agenda. Good or bad agenda....you decide.