Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?


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Title: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Subtitle:
Author: Dick, Philip K. Editor:
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Publisher: Del Rey Edition: Later Printing
Copyright Year: Publication Year: 1996
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Pages: 256 Translator:
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Genre: Keywords: Amazon.com; Science Fiction & Fantasy; Authors; A-Z; ( D ); Dick; Philip K; Amazon.com; Science Fiction & Fantasy; Science Fiction; General
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Date Created: 2009-09-26 Date Modified: 2009-12-20
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5.2"x8.0"x0.6"; 256 pages; 0.4 lb

"The most consistently brilliant science fiction writer in the world."--John BrunnerTHE INSPIRATION FOR BLADERUNNER. . . Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? was published in 1968. Grim and foreboding, even today it is a masterpiece ahead of its time.By 2021, the World War had killed millions, driving entire species into extinction and sending mankind off-planet. Those who remained coveted any living creature, and for people who couldn't afford one, companies built incredibly realistic simulacrae: horses, birds, cats, sheep. . . They even built humans.Emigrees to Mars received androids so sophisticated it was impossible to tell them from true men or women. Fearful of the havoc these artificial humans could wreak, the government banned them from Earth. But when androids didn't want to be identified, they just blended in. Rick Deckard was an officially sanctioned bounty hunter whose job was to find rogue androids, and to retire them. But cornered, androids tended to fight back, with deadly results."[Dick] sees all the sparkling and terrifying possibilities. . . that other authors shy away from."--Paul Williams Rolling Stone