By Philip K. Dick
Coulez mes larmes, dit le policier (titre unique : movement my Tears, the Policeman acknowledged) est un roman américain de science-fiction, écrit par Philip okay. Dick en 1970. Le titre unique est inspiré d'une chanson de John Dowland, stream my tears.
Ce livre est sorti pour los angeles première fois en France sous le titre Le prisme du néant en 1975 dans los angeles assortment Le Masque technology Fiction. Dans los angeles préface de l'édition Robert Laffont de 1984, Gérard Klein indique que l. a. première édition de ce livre en France a été coupée et malmenée. Les éditions dans l. a. assortment Ailleurs et Demain et suivantes en proposent l. a. model intégrale.
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They were everywhere around the life-support shell, holding it from conflagration by their appalling power and generosity. They were not yet gods; in a sense they never would be gods, not as the ontological mythologies of their ancient predecessors had imagined. Not even they could be said to stand outside of time and space, beyond a Tegmark level sense; they were immanent, their transcendence—their transcension—no more (no more! ) than the final triumph of conscious will over mindless entropy.
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The air burned. I leaped so my back covered the door. Lune stayed where she was, perched on the toilet. She looked elegant, slightly sad herself. The same locked window blazed with blue flickering intensity, paint crackling. The glass crazed, vanished like steam. Maybelline shoved her stocky form through the gap, warily pointing a shiny steel tube at me, balancing herself with the other hand. She edged around the corpse on the floor, stood near Lune. I waited with my mouth open, expecting a blast of blue to swallow me down.
Coulez mes larmes, dit le policier by Philip K. Dick