(外文电子版资料)Robert J. Sawyer - Just Like Old Times.pdf

(外文电子版资料)Robert J. Sawyer - Just Like Old Times.pdf

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file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Robert%20J%20Sawyer%20-%20Just%20Like%20Old%20Times.txt Just Like Old Times by Robert J. Sawyer Copyright 漏 1993 by Robert J. Sawyer All Rights Reserved Commissioned for the anthology Dinosaur Fantastic, edited by Mike Resnick and Martin H. Greenberg (DAW, 1993); first published in On Spec: The Canadian Magazine of Speculative Writing, Summer 1993. Thats the cover of the issue of On Spec this story originally appeared in; it was also reprinted in several anthologies including On Spec: The First Five Years, Dinosaurs II, and Northern Stars. Winner of both the Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Award (the Aurora) for Best English-Language Short Story of 1993 and the Crime Writers of Canadas Arthur Ellis Award for Best Short Story of 1993. Just Like Old Times by Robert J. Sawyer The transference went smoothly, like a scalpel slicing into skin. Cohen was simultaneously excited and disappointed. He was thrilled to be here -- perhaps the judge was right, perhaps this was indeed where he really belonged. But the gleaming edge was taken off that thrill because it wasnt accompanied by the usual physiological signs of excitement: no sweaty palms, no racing heart, no rapid breathing. Oh, there was a heartbeat, to be sure, thundering in the background, but it wasnt Cohens. It was the dinosaurs. Everything was the dinosaurs: Cohen saw the world now through tyrannosaur eyes. The colors seemed all wrong. Surely plant leaves must be the same chlorophyll green here in the Mesozoic, but the dinosaur saw them as navy blue. The sky was lavender; the dirt underfoot ash gray. Old bones had different cones, thought Cohen. Well, he could get used to it. After all, he had no choice. He would finish his life as an observer inside this tyrannosaurs mind. Hed see what the beast saw, h

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