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eBook by Robert Silverberg
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eBook Category: Science Fiction Nebula Award(R) Nominee
eBook Description: Jim McCulloch's consciousness awakens inside the body of a sentient lobster … hmmm, it appears the time travel experiment he volunteered for has overshot its target by a few million (billion?) years.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Amazing Stories, 1983
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2000
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [279 KB], eReader (PDB) [85 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [76 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [69 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [74 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [135 KB], hiebook (KML) [199 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [105 KB], iSilo (PDB) [64 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [79 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [107 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [109 KB]
Words: 22713
Reading time: 64-90 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
McCulloch was beginning to molt. The sensation, inescapable and unarguable, horrified him--it felt exactly as though his body was going to split apart, which it was--and yet it was also completely familiar, expected, welcome. Wave after wave of keen and dizzying pain swept through him. Burrowing down deep in the sandy bed, he waved his great claws about, lashed his flat tail against the pure white sand, scratched frantically with quick worried gestures of his eight walking-legs. He was frightened. He was calm. He had no idea what was about to happen to him. He had done this a hundred times before. The molting prodrome had overwhelming power. It blotted from his mind all questions, and, after a moment, all fear. A white line of heat ran down his back--no, down the top of his carapace--from a point just back of his head to the first flaring segments of his tail-fan. He imagined that all the sun's force, concentrated through some giant glass lens, was being inscribed in a single track along his shell. And his soft inner body was straining, squirming, expanding, filling the carapace to overflowing. But still that rigid shell contained him, refusing to yield to the pressure. To McCulloch it was much like being inside a wet-suit that was suddenly five times too small. --What is the sun? What is glass? What is a lens? What is a wet-suit?
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