O livro é Em algum lugar uma voz < Uma coleção de sete histórias de Eric Frank Russell você pode ter lido o 1965 Dennis Dobson de capa dura ou o 1966 Paperback Ace ou o 1968 Paperback Penguin .
A primeira matéria tem o mesmo título que a coleção, "Em algum lugar Voz ", publicado pela primeira vez em Outras histórias de ciências do mundo , Janeiro de 1953 , disponível no Arquivo da Internet .
Spacewrecked em um planeta da selva:
They crawled, walked, tottered or jumped out of the battered little lifeboat, each according to his or her mental or physical condition. There were nine of them. The lifeboat had been designed to carry twenty but only nine emerged and only two remained within it.
All around towered the tangled jungle of a world notoriously hostile to their kind. High above burned the intense blue furnace of a sun that lent their faces a ghastly glow and made them peer through lids narrowed to the minimum. The air was thick, cloying, full of vegetable smells and vaguely reptilian but unidentifiable stenches. The jungle brooded in utter silence, waiting, waiting, waiting.
Sammy perde as pernas:
Racing downstream to keep pace with him, Mallet sprang waist-deep into the water, grabbed Sammy by the hair and drew him into the bank. Bending, he grasped him under the arms and lugged him clear of the river.
Or part of him, all but the lower legs. There was nothing below his knees but pulses of blood from severed vessels.
A mulher, a Sra. Mihailovik, não sobrevive; o único sobrevivente é o cachorro.
A segunda história é "Assento do Esquecimento" , publicado pela primeira vez em Astounding Science-Fiction , novembro de 1941 , disponível no Arquivo da Internet .
O cientista explica sua invenção:
"But this can liberate the psyche of any person. It's a major break-through."
"Who wants to liberate his psyche? Who'll pay to have it done and how much will he pay? Hell, pigs can fly these days so what's the use of an automatic psyche-liberator? If I go to see Maisie in the south of France, I go in person, flesh, blood, clothes and all. What would be the sense of sending her my astral body? She couldn't have fun with a ghost."
"You forget, said Wane, his voice rising, "that the gain in life-power is so great that the affected personality can escape and literally take over any other living body it desires, ejecting the natural owner forever—unless, of course, the owner happens to have received treatment giving him power equal or greater."
"That's body-snatching," defined Blenkinsop with another obese grin. "You've developed three or four excellent things in your time but now you've slipped up. I can't make two percent out of a mechanical body-snatcher and I'm not interested in the thing."
"You go off at irrational angles," Wane protested. "I only contemplate the legal transfer of bodies."
"Legal?" Blankenship choked as he tried to laugh with a chestful of cigar smoke. "Whose bodies can be confiscated legally? And for whose benefit?" He prodded Wane's middle with a thick finger. "Who's going to pay for the transfer, who's going to get the money and where do I come in?"
Eying him with unconcealed distaste, Wane said frigidly, "Last Thursday, Collister died. He was the world's leading cancer specialist. On the same day they executed Bats Maloney, a criminal. Collister's brain remained alive to the last but he was physically worn out by a lifetime of service to humanity. Maloney died as an incurably warped and antisocial psyche inhabiting a coarse but strong and healthy body."