Haining, Peter (ed) - Time Travelers / Хэйнинг, Питер (ред) - Путешественники во времени [1998, epub, ENG]

A Little Something for Us Tempunauts / Скромная награда хрононавтам novelette by Philip K. Dick Mr. Strenberry's Tale / Загадочный мистер Стренберри short story by J. B. Priestley All the Time in the World / Всё время мира short story by Arthur C. Clarke The Instability / Нестабильность short story by Isaac Asimov Time Has No Boundaries (= The Face in the Photo) / Лицо на фотографии short story by Jack Finney She Caught Hold of the Toe short fiction by Richard Hughes The Reason Is with Us / Причина в нас самих short story by James E. Gunn Man in His Time / Человек в своём времени short story by Brian W. Aldiss The Clock That Went Backwards / Часы, которые шли вспять short story by Edward Page Mitchell A Gun for Dinosaur / Ружьё на динозавра novelette by L. Sprague de Camp Of Time and Kathy Benedict novelette by William F. Nolan Production Problem / Производственная проблема short story by Robert F. Young I Hear You Calling / Ты позвал меня short story by Eric Frank Russell The Men Who Murdered Mohammed / Человек, который убил Магомета short story by Alfred Bester Time Intervening / Переходный период short story by Ray Bradbury The Grey Man / Серые люди short story by H. G. Wells Flux novelette by Barrington J. Bayley and Michael Moorcock The Greatest Television Show on Earth / Величайшее телешоу планеты short story by J. G. Ballard Through Time and Space with Ferdinand Feghoot: XXXV short story by Reginald Bretnor (as by Grendel Briarton) Time Bum / Мошенник во времени short story by C. M. Kornbluth "All You Zombies—" / Все вы зомби... short story by Robert A. Heinlein The Gernsback Continuum / Континуум Гернсбека short story by William Gibson The Time Disease short story by Martin Amis

A frightened town, dark and deadly. A minor NAME ON A VAST MAP. Formerly noteworthy for nothing save the idle rumour that a flying saucer had landed nearby. That had been a month ago and proved baseless. Police and pressmen scoured THE OUTSKIRTS. NO SAUCER. This event faded, lost significance as hunters took off in pursuit of something else, something weightier and more urgent that cleared the streets by night. On the main stem a few dusty, neglected neons glowed over empty bars while cops lurked in shadowy doorways, watched cats playing leapfrog and jumping low. Widgey Bullock knew nothing of this. To him the town had its virtues. That was why he had just arrived there. It was forty miles from port, devoid of naval patrols, officers, pickpockets and the same old bunch of painted trollops. A new landfall. A place where a naval stoker first-class could roll the boat without getting tossed into the brig. . . .