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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Noted futurist Arthur C. Clarke penned a number of ground-breaking works in science fiction. One such work was 1967's "The Nine Billion Names of God". In this humorous short story, Ken Rand has a bit of fun with Clarke's original concept in a charming send-up. Notes Rand, "Among my most prized possessions are letters from Sir Arthur commenting (favorably) on the story before and after it was printed."

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2001

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Words: 560
Reading time: 1-2 min.
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The great writer had just settled down to tea when, before him in the room, a shimmering light hovering just above the floor, caught his eye. Puzzled, he watched as the shimmering intensified, and a form gathered in it. The form coalesced into the shape of a man.

Then the shimmering light faded and the man remained in its place. The man smiled and looked around.

"Mr. Clarke, Arthur C., I presume," the man said, stepping forward and extending a hand.

The writer, startled, took the offered hand, found the grip firm and businesslike.

The visitor was a small man, narrow-shouldered, dapper, crisp. British. The dark suit, correct tie, the bowler, vest, pocket watch and chain, and the shoes. The accent, of course. And the umbrella tucked under one arm.

"How did you--" Clarke began.

"Bell Teleport, of course," the little man said, sitting, crossing a leg over a knee. "Technology Earth science won't have until--well, you won't be around."

"But what about--"