Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

chapter 1

A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard. ­Surprised it always surprised him to find himself awake without prior notice ­he rose from the bed, stood up in his multicolored pajamas, and stretched. Now, in her bed, his wife Iran opened her gray, unmerry eyes, blinked, then groaned and shut her eyes again.

You set your Penfield too weak, he said to her. I ll reset it and you ll be awake and ­

Keep your hand off my settings. Her voice held bitter sharpness. I don t want to be awake.

He seated himself beside her, bent over her, and explained softly. If you set the surge up high enough, you ll be glad you re awake; that s the whole point. At setting C it overcomes the threshold barring consciousness, as it does for me. Friendlily, because he felt well-­disposed toward the world ­his setting had been at D ­he patted her bare, pale shoulder.

Get your crude cop s hand away, Iran said.

I m not a cop. He felt irritable, now, although he hadn t dialed for it.

You re worse, his wife said, her eyes still shut. You re a murderer hired by the cops.

I ve never killed a human being in my life. His irritability had risen now; had become outright hostility.

Iran said, Just those poor andys.

I notice you ve never had any hesitation as to spending the bounty money I bring home on whatever momentarily attracts your attention. He rose, strode to the console of his mood organ. Instead of saving, he said, so we could buy a real sheep, to replace that fake electric one upstairs. A mere electric animal, and me earning all that I ve worked my way up to through the years. At his console he hesitated between dialing for a thalamic suppressant (which would abolish his mood of rage) or a thalamic stimulant (which would make him irked enough to win the argument).

If you dial, Iran said, eyes open and watching, for greater venom, then I ll dial the same. I ll dial the

Born in Chicago in 1928, Philip K. Dick would go on to become one of the most celebrated science fiction authors of all time. The author of 44 published novels and 120 short stories, Dick won a Hugo Award in 1963, and a John W. Campbell Memorial Award in 1975, and was nominated five separate times for the Nebula Award. Eleven of his works have been turned into films, including Blade Runner, Total Recall, Minority Report, and A Scanner Darkly. He died in 1982.

Praise for Philip K. Dick
 
The most consistently brilliant science fiction writer in the world. John Brunner
 
A kind of pulp-fiction Kafka, a prophet. The New York Times