The aliens wanted to be taken to our leader. The problem was, there was no leader. Though the alien spaceship destroyed a large Pacific island to get our attention, then demanded to speak to the President of the United States, this was the late twenty-first century and there was not even a United States anymore, let alone a president. Long after the U.S. and Russia had clobbered each other, the American continent was a tributary of China. When the aliens were unwilling to talk to anyone but the U.S. President, a rice-cultivator from Heavenly Grain Collective Farm (in Mississippi) was quickly selected to be the President and envoy to the aliens. Whether he wanted to be or not.
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Product ReviewDo not waste your $5 on this. If you like Weber, Drake, Ringo, this wil be a severe let down. The story stars with much promise and spirals into stupidity.
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Product ReviewI thought I'd read everything published by Fred Pohl. What a joy to find I was wrong!
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Product ReviewA good story by Pohl, but not one of his top-rated. Excellent to see if back in "print"!
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