FICTION / FANTASY /GODS
BERSERKER is a registered trademark of Fred Saberhagen and can not be used without permission.
Long ago, in a distant part of the galaxy, two alien races met--and fought a war of mutual extinction. The sole legacy of that war was the weapon that ended it: the death machines, the BERSERKERS. Guided by self-aware computers more intelligent than any human, these world-sized battlecraft carved a swath of death through the galaxy--until they arrived at the outskirts of the fledgling Empire of Man.
These are the stories of the frail creatures who must meet this monstrous and implacable enemy--and who, by fighting it to a standstill, become the saviors of all living things.
EXCERPT from :
by Fred Saberhagen
I, Third Historian of the CARMPAN RACE, in gratitute to the Earth-descended race for their defense of my world, set down here for them my fragmentary vision of their great war against our common enemy.
The vision has been formed piece by piece through my contacts in past and present time with the minds of men and of machines. In these minds alien to me I often perceive what I cannot understand, yet what I see is true. And so I have truly set down the acts and words of Earth-descended men great and small and ordinary, the words and even the secret thoughts of your heroes and your traitors.
Taken from: SIGN OF THE WOLF
From afar my mind, powerless to give help, roamed unperceived
among the minds of a barbaric people. They were a people who seemed
as helpless as sheep they tended, when there came down upon them one
of the ancient bloody wolves of deep space.
The DARK SHAPE, big as a man, came between the two smallest of the
three watchfires, moving in silence like that of sleep. Out of habit,
Duncan had been watching that downwind direction, though his mind was
heavy with tiredness and with thoughts of life that came with sixteen
Duncan raised his psear and howled, and charged the wolf. For a
moment the fire-eyes looked steadily at him, appearing to be a full
hand apart. Then the wolf turned away; it made one deep questioning
sound, and was gone into the darkness out beyond the firelight.
Duncan stopped, drawing a gasping breath of relief. The wolf would
probably have killed him if it had faced his charge, but it did not
yet dare to face him in the firelight.
The sheeps' eyes were on Duncan, a hundred glowing spots in the
huddled mass of the flock. One or two of th animals bleated
He paced around the flock, sleepiness and introspection jarred
from his mind. Legends said that men in the old Earthland had animals
called dogs that guarded sheep. If that were true, some might think
that men were fools for ever leaving Earthland.