Audiobook: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep
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do Androids dream of Electric Sheep? By Philip K. ****. Chapter one A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed, awakened Rick Deckard, surprised it had 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 here in, opened her gray on Mary, eyes blinked and then grown and shut her eyes again. You said your penfield too weak, he said to her. All reset and you'll be awake and keep your hands off my settings. Her voice help bitter sharpness. I don't want to be awake, he seated himself beside her bend over her and explained softly, If you set the surge of high enough, you'll be glad you're awake. That's the whole point. That setting see, it overcomes threshold, barring consciousness as it does for me, friendly because he felt well disposed towards the world, his setting had been a D. He patted her bare, pale shoulder, get your crude cops hands away, even 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, Aaron said. Just those poor Andy's. I notice you've never had any hesitation, has 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 Amir 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.