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Crashlander Beowulf Shaeffer has long been one of the most popular characters in Known Space. Now, for the first time ever, Larry Niven brings together all the Beowulf Shaeffer stories--including a brand-new one--in one long tale of exploration and adventure! PLUS--an all-new framing story that pulls together all of Beowulf Shaeffer's adventures and allows Shaeffer and his family to make a clean start at life once and for all!
auburn mop over the brain case between the two necks is supposed to show caste once you learn to discount variations of mere style. To do that, you have to be a puppeteer. Instead of admitting my ignorance, I asked, “Did that dossier say I was a spendthrift?” “You have spent more than a million stars in the past four years.” “And loved it.” “Yes. You will shortly be in debt again. Have you thought of doing more writing? I admired your article on the neutron star BVS-1. ‘The pointy bottom of a
anyway, decided against it. The routine was all that kept me going. I wondered what the sky looked like, reflexively looked up so I wouldn’t have to look down at the transparent floor. That big an expanse of hyperspace is hard even on trained eyes. I remembered I wasn’t in hyperspace and looked down. For a time I just stared. Then, without taking my eyes off the floor, I reached for the hyperphone. “Beowulf Shaeffer?” “No, this is Albert Einstein. I stowed away when the Long Shot took off, and
stayed to admire. It was a beautiful job, small and sleek and streamlined and blatantly different from anything that’d ever been built. I wouldn’t have flown it for anything, but I had to admit it was pretty. I ducked my head through the door to look at the control panel. You never saw so many dials. When I pulled my head out, all the customers were looking in the same direction. The place had gone startlingly quiet. I can’t blame them for staring. A number of aliens were in the store, mainly
So we taped them to the window in front of us. I felt better that way, but Elephant clearly thought I’d flipped. “You sure you wouldn’t rather eat with your helmet on?” “I hate suit food syrup. We can reach our helmets if we get a puncture.” “What puncture? We’re in a General Products hull!” “I keep remembering that the Outsiders knew that.” “We’ve been through that.” “Let’s go through it again. Assume they thought we might be killed anyway if we weren’t prepared. Then what?” “Gronk.”
chairs were too short for him. He sat on a table, with his great flat feet brushing the floor, his huge arms resting on horn-capped knees. The other nonhumans aboard would have to stay in their rooms. Rooms 14-16-18 were joined and half full of water, occupied by a dolphin. His name was Pszzzz, or Bra-a-ack, or some such impolite sound. Human ears couldn’t catch the ultrasonic overtones of that name, nor could a human throat pronounce it, so he answered to Moby Dick. He was on his way to