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Reading Science Fiction Novels in English _ Pythias by Frederik Pohl
"Pythias" is a short story published in 1955 by Frederik Pohl. This work is a science fiction novel that stands out for Pohl's unique scientific imagination and social criticism. The story is set in a future society of highly developed science and technology. The main character interacts with a highly developed artificial intelligence computer called 'Pythias' and believes that this machine can solve all of humanity's problems. However, as Pythias's predictions and solutions gradually produce unexpected results, deep questions are raised about the relationship between humans and machines and dependence on technology. Through this work, Pohl explores the ethical dilemmas that can arise from the advancement of science and technology and the complexity of human nature. Despite its short length, "Pythias" is considered a classic of the science fiction genre as it provides deep reflections on technological advancement and humanity.

Summary
Sure, Larry Connaught saved my life?but it was how he did it that forced me to murder him!

I am sitting on the edge of what passes for a bed. It is made of loosely woven strips of steel, and there is no mattress, only an extra blanket of thin olive-drab. It isn't comfortable; but of course they expect to make me still more uncomfortable.
They expect to take me out of this precinct jail to the District prison and eventually to the death house.

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