During my high school and college years I read a pile of science fiction. That was a golden era of cheap paperback books and of really good science fiction writers like William Tenn, Isaac Asimov, Theodore Sturgeon, Judith Merril, Clifford Simak, Phillip K. Dick, and Poul Anderson.
I got rid of most of those books years ago, but I still have a copy of Selections from Science-Fiction Thinking Machines edited by Groff Conklin. This paragraph is from the frontispiece of the Bantam edition of 1964:
Robots...Androids...Electronic Brains...
The mechanical men are waiting, biding their time. Imitation flesh and blood–soulless, but not mindless–they were invented by man to do the world’s hard work. But how long will they let us be masters?
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