E. Everett Evans died in the mid-1950s, leaving an unfinished space opera, MASTERS OF SPACE, which was supposedly completed by his friend E. E. Smith. Its a fairly rare book in its original hardback edition. This version is based on the text serialized in IF Magazine circa 1960.
Unlike in Evans previous novels, such as MAN OF MANY MINDS and ALIEN MINDS, which have no female characters whatsoever, here we have an interstellar expedition staffed by equal numbers of male and female scientists, all of whom are at the peak of physical perfection. As in almost all of Smiths novels, the earthlings step into a war between their new friends, the androids, and an emotionless race of hideously inhuman creatures, the Stretts, who ultimately plan to conquer all civilized planets.
An unusual touch is that the only way the hero can figure to win the war is to have all the expedition scientists be reborn as androids. Smith has considerable fun with the various consequences of this transformation. As in most Smith space operas, the war is basically over once the earthmen develop various preposterous supernatural powers to the fullest... but there are still a number of space battles, where the adjectives required to describe colossal explosions and related consequences of deploying high-tech weapons soar far into the purple.
I enjoyed it, but I enjoy everything written by Doc Smith. If you dont like Doc, you wont enjoy this at all, because it is 100% pure-quill Doc. Produced in the late 1950s, it really comes intellectually and culturally from the 1930s.
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The other product, a slow, very small stream of tiny, glistening black pellets, fell into a one-gallon container being held watchfully by a small machine, more or less like a three-wheeled motor scooter, which was moving carefully along beside the giant miner.
...Youve got a point there, Jarve, at that, and Im one of the few who know what kind of a job youre doing, so Ill relax.
...You will now agree on this recording and before these witnesses, to obey my orders unquestioningly or I will now unload all Bureau of Science personnel and equipment onto this planet and send you and the Perseus back to Terra with the doubly-sealed record of this episode posted to the Advisory Board.
...I AM sorry, Master Hilton, Laros tremendous bass voice boomed out, that it has taken us so long to learn your Masters language as it now is.
...All such sub-standard brains except this one were detected and re-worked, but my defects were such as not to appear until I was a couple of thousand years old, and by that time I ... well, this brain did not wish to be destroyed ... if you can understand such an aberration.
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