The Stars, My Brothers
by Edmond Hamilton
He was afraid – not of the present or the future, but of the past. He was afraid of what Reed Kieran pointed out, that hard-blind silent thing that roamed its slow orbit around the moon, the moon of dead worlds, and quiet space. Hamilton was a thoughtful SF writer, and you can certainly see it here: the story of a man who died in space for centuries – and was reborn by people approaching an alien world in many ways as ecologists approached the defense of trees. In this alien world, you see, there are creatures that look like humans and behave like chimpanzees. But chimpanzees are animals, aren't they? Isn't it...?
