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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Larry said gently, βYour father is a socialist?β
βOh, no.β
He nodded in understanding. βOh, a Communist, eh?β
Susan Self was indignant. βDaddy thinks the Communists are strictly awful, really weird.β
Steve Hackett came back into the office. He said to Larry, βI sent a couple of the boys out to pick him up.β
Susan was on her feet, a hand to mouth. βYou mean my father! Youβre going to arrest him!β
Larry said soothingly, βSit down, Zusanette. Thereβs a lot of things about this that Iβm sure your father can explain.β He said to Steve, βShe tells me that the money belonged to a movement. A revolutionary movement which doesnβt use the term revolutionary because people react unfavorably to that word. Itβs not Commie.β
Susan said indignantly, βItβs American, not anything foreign!β
Steve growled, βLetβs get back to the money. Whatβs this movement doing with a lot of counterfeit bills and where did you find them?β
She evidently figured sheβd gone too far now to take a stand. βItβs not Daddyβs fault,β she said. βHe took me to headquarters twice.β
βWhereβs headquarters?β Larry said trying to keep his voice soothing.
βWellβ ββ β¦ I donβt know. Daddy was awfully silly about it. He tied his handkerchief around my eyes near the end. But the others complained about me anyway, and Daddy got awfully mad and said something about the young people of the country participating in their emancipation and all, but the others got mad too, and said there wasnβt any kind of help I could do around headquarters anyway, and Iβd be better off in school. Everybody got awfully mad, but after the second time Daddy promised not to take me to headquarters any more.β
βBut where did you find the money, Zusannette?β Larry said.
βAt headquarters. Thereβs tons and tons of it there.β
Larry cleared his throat and said, βWhen you say tons and tons, you mean a great deal of it, eh?β
She was proudly definite. βI mean tons and tons. A ton is two thousand pounds.β
βLook, Zusanette,β Larry said reasonably. βI donβt know how much money weighs, exactly, but letβs say a pound would be, say, a thousand bills.β He took up a pencil and scribbled on a pad before him. βA pound of fifties would be $50,000. Then if you multiply that by 2,000 pounds to make a ton, youβd have $100,000,000. And you say thereβs tons and tons?β
βAnd thatβs just the fifties,β Susan said triumphantly. βSo you can see the two little packages I picked up arenβt really important at all. Itβs just like I found them.β
βI donβt think thereβs quite a thousand bills in a pound,β Steve said weakly.
Larry said, βHow much other money is there?β
βOh, piles. Whole rooms. Rooms after rooms. And hundred dollar bills, and twenties, and fives, and tensβ ββ
Larry said, βLook, Zusanette, I donβt think youβre in any position to be telling us whoppers. This whole story doesnβt make much sense, does it?β
Her mouth tightened. βIβm not going to say anything more until Daddy gets here, anyway,β she said.
Which was when the phone rang.
βI have an idea thatβs for me,β Steve said.
The screen lit up and LaVerne Polk said, βCall for Steve Hackett, Larry.β
Larry pushed the phone around so Steve could look into it. LaVerne flicked off and was replaced by a stranger in uniform. Steve said, βYeah?β
The cop said, βHeβs flown the coop, sir. Must have got out just minutes before we arrived. Couldnβt have taken more than a suitcase. Few papers scattered around the room he used for an office.β
Susan gasped, βYou mean Daddy?β
Steve Hackett rubbed a hand over his flattened nose. βHoly Smokes,β he said. He thanked the cop and flicked off.
Larry said, βLook Zusanette, everythingβs going to be all right. Nothing will happen to you. You say you managed to pick up two packets of all this money they have at headquarters. OK. So you thought it wouldnβt be missed and youβve always wanted to spend money the way you see the stars do on Tri-D and in the movies.β
She looked at him, taken back. βHow did you know?β
Larry said dryly, βIβve always wanted to myself. But I would like to know one more thing. The Movement. What was it going to do with all this money?β
That evidently puzzled her. βThe Professor said they were going to spend it on chorus girls. I guessβ ββ β¦ I guess he was joking or something. But Daddy and Iβd just been up to New York and we saw those famous precision dancers at the New Roxy Theatre and all and then when we got back the Professor and Daddy were talking and I heard him say it.β
Steve said, carefully, βProfessor who?β
Susan said, βJust the Professor. Thatβs all we ever call him.β Her chin went to trembling still again.
Larry summed it up for the Boss later.
His chief scoffed his disbelief. βThe child is full of dreams, Lawrence. It comes from seeing an overabundance of these Tri-D shows. I have a girl the same age. I donβt know what is happening to the country. They have no sense of reality.β
Larry Woolford said mildly, βWell, she might be full of nonsense, but she did have the fifties, and sheβs our only connection with whoever printed them whether itβs a movement to overthrow the government, or what.β
The Boss said tolerantly, βMovement, indeed. Obviously, her father produced them and she purloined a quantity before he was ready to attempt to pass them. Have you a run down on him yet?β
βSusan Self says her father, Ernest Self, is an inventor. Steve Hackett is working on locating him.β
βHeβs an inventor indeed. Evidently, he has invented a perfect counterfeiting device. However, that is the Secret Serviceβs headache, not ours. Do you wish to resume that vacation of yours, Lawrence?β
His operative twisted his face in a grimace. βSure, I do, but Iβm not happy about this, sir. What happens if there really is an organization,
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