Short Fiction by Mack Reynolds (ready to read books .TXT) π

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Dallas McCord βMackβ Reynolds was an American science fiction writer who authored almost two hundred short stories and novellas, was a staple in all the major science fiction and fantasy magazines and published dozens of science fiction novels. He began his writing career in the late 1940s. His fiction focused on exploring and challenging both the socioeconomic themes of the day and the implications of the Cold War that raged throughout his career. A thoughtful writer of speculative fiction, many of Mack Reynoldsβ predictions have come to pass, including the credit-card economy, remote warfare and a worldwide computer network. His thoughts about the outcomes of both the Soviet and western political and economic systems are still highly relevant.
This collection gathers stories that were published in Analog, Astounding Science Fiction, Amazing Stories and others. Ordered by date of first publication, they range from spy adventures to the ultimate expression of corporate warfare and from a very short 1000-word story to full-blown novellas.
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Afterwards, alone in New Washington and wanting to remain alone, Don Mathers strolled the streets for a time, bothered only occasionally when someone recognized his face and people would stop and applaud.
He grinned inwardly.
He had a suspicion already that after a time heβd get used to it and weary to death of it, but right now it was still new and fun. Who was the flyer, way back in history, the one who first flew the Atlantic in a propeller-driven aircraft? His popularity must have been something like this.
He went into OβDonnellβs at lunch time and as he entered the orchestra broke off the popular tune they were playing and struck up the Interplanetary Anthem. The manager himself escorted him to his table and made suggestions as to the specialties and the wine.
When he first sat down the other occupants of the restaurant, men and women, had stood and faced him and applauded. Don flushed. There could be too much of a good thing.
After the meal, a fantastic production, Don finished his cigar and asked the head waiter for his bill, reaching for his wallet.
The other smiled. βCaptain, I am afraid your money is of no value in OβDonnellβs, not for just this luncheon but whenever you honor us.β The head waiter paused and added, βin fact, Captain, I doubt if there is a restaurant in the Solar System where your money holds value. Or that there will ever be.β
Don Mathers was taken aback. He was only beginning to realize the ramifications of his holding his Galactic Medal of Honor.
At Space Command Headquarters, Third Division, Don came to attention before the Commodoreβs desk and tossed the other a salute.
The Commodore returned it snappily and leaned back in his chair. βTake a seat, Captain. Nice to see you again.β He added pleasantly, βWhere in the world have you been?β
Don Mathers slumped into a chair, said wearily, βOn a bust. The bust to end all busts.β
The Commodore chuckled. βDonβt blame you,β he said.
βIt was quite a bust,β Don said.
βWell,β the Commodore chuckled again, βI donβt suppose we can throw you in the guardhouse for being AWOL Not in view of your recent decoration.β
There was nothing to say to that.
βBy the way,β the Commodore said, βI havenβt had the opportunity to congratulate you on your Kraden. That was quite a feat, Captain.β
βThank you, sir,β Don added, modestly, βrather foolish of me, I suppose.β
βVery much so. On such foolishness are heroic deeds based, Captain.β The Commodore looked at him questioningly. βYou must have had incredible luck. The only way weβve been able to figure it was that his detectors were on the blink. That may be what happened.β
βYes, sir,β Don nodded quickly. βThatβs the way I figure it. And my first blast must have disrupted his fire control or something.β
The Commodore said, βHe didnβt get in any return fire at all?β
βA few blasts. But by that time I was in too close and moving too fast. Fact of the matter is, sir, I donβt think they ever recovered from my first beaming of them.β
βNo, I suppose not,β the Commodore said musingly. βItβs a shame you had to burn them so badly. Weβve never recovered a Kraden ship in good enough shape to give our techs something to work on. It might make a basic difference in the war, particularly if there was something aboard thatβd give us some indication of where they were coming from. Weβve been fighting this war in our backyard for a full century. It would help if we could get into their backyard for a change. Itβs problematical how long weβll be able to hold them off, at this rate.β
Don Mathers said uncomfortably, βWell, itβs not as bad as all that, sir. Weβve held them this far.β
His superior grunted. βWeβve held them this far because weβve been able to keep out enough patrol ships to give us ample warning when one of their task forces come in. Do you know how much fuel that consumes, Captain?β
βWell, I know itβs a lot.β
βSo much so that Earthβs industry is switching back to petroleum and coal. Every ounce of radioactives is needed by the Fleet. Even so, itβs just a matter of time.β
Don Mathers pursed his lips. βI didnβt know it was that bad.β
The Commodore smiled sourly at him. βIβm afraid Iβm being a wet blanket thrown over your big bust of a celebration, Captain. Tell me, how does it feel to hold the systemβs highest award?β
Don shook his head, marveling. βFantastic, sir. Of course, like any member of the services Iβve always known of the Medal of Honor, butβ ββ β¦ well, nobody ever expects to get it.β He added wryly, βCertainly not while heβs still alive and in health. Why, sir, do you realize that I havenβt been able to spend one unit of money since?β There was an element of awe in his voice. βSir, do you realize that not even a beggar will take currency from me?β
The Commodore nodded in appreciation. βYou must understand the position you occupy, Captain. Your feat was inspiring enough, but thatβs not all of it. In a way you combine a popular hero with an Unknown Soldier element. Awarding you the Galactic Medal of Honor makes a symbol of you. A symbol representing all the millions of unsung heroes and heroines who have died fighting for the human species. Itβs not a light burden to carry on your shoulders, Captain Mathers. I would imagine it a very humbling honor.β
βWell, yes, sir,β Don said.
The Commodore switched his tone of voice. βThat brings us to the present, and what your next assignment is to be. Obviously, it wouldnβt do for you to continue in a Scout. Big brass seems to be in favor of using you for morale andβ ββ β¦β
Don Mathers cleared his throat and interrupted. βSir, Iβve decided to drop out of the Space Service.β
βDrop out!β The other stared at Mathers, uncomprehending. βWeβre at
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