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Title: Industrial Revolution
Author: Poul William Anderson
Illustrator: Leo Summers
Release Date: January 15, 2010 [EBook #30971]
Language: English
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[Illustration]
INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION
Ever think how deadly a thing it is
if a machine has amnesia--
or how easily it can be arranged....
BY WINSTON P. SANDERS
ILLUSTRATED BY LEO SUMMERS
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"Well, yes," Amspaugh admitted, "it was a unique war in many ways,
including its origin. However, there are so many analogies to other
colonial revolutions--" His words trailed off as usual.
"I know. Earth's mercantile policies and so forth," said Lindgren. He
fancies himself a student of interplanetary history. This has led to
quite a few arguments since Amspaugh, who teaches in that field,
joined the Club. Mostly they're good. I went to the bar and got myself
another drink, listening as the mine owner's big voice went on:
"But what began it? When did the asterites first start realizing they
weren't pseudopods of a dozen Terrestrial nations, but a single nation
in their own right? There's the root of the revolution. And it can be
pinned down, too."
"'Ware metaphor!" cried someone at my elbow. I turned and saw Missy
Blades. She'd come quietly into the lounge and started mixing a gin
and bitters.
The view window framed her white head in Orion as she moved toward the
little cluster of seated men. She took a fat cigar from her pocket,
struck it on her shoe sole, and adde
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