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"HE" was really an "IT" He was incapable of love or mercy, or hate. And he certainly never felt the lack. He was almost pure thought. He was just doing what he

THEY WERE GREEN, THEY WERE LITTLE, THEY WERE BALD AS BILLIARD BALLS AND THEY WERE EVERYWHERE! Luke Devereaux was a science fiction writer, holed up in a desert

Short fiction originally published between 1941 and 1965.