Science Fiction

Pythias

Pohl, Frederik, 1919-2013; Hunter, Mel, 1927-2004 [Illustrator]· 1 chapters· 1,918 words

I am sitting on the edge of what passes for a bed. It is made of loosely woven strips of steel, and there is no mattress, only an extra blanket of thin olive-drab. It isn't comfortable; but of course they expect to make me still more uncomfortable.

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I am sitting on the edge of what passes for a bed. It is made of loosely woven strips of steel, and there is no mattress, only an extra blanket of thin olive-drab. It isn't comf...