A bok med en telepatisk kvinna vaken efter några hundra år

Jag försöker komma ihåg en boktitel, med en telepatisk kvinna.

Det är Kosmiska ingenjörer av Clifford D. Simak (rimar med gimmick ), vilket också var svaret på den här gamla frågan . Den publicerades ursprungligen som en serie i februari , March och april 1939 problem med Förvånande Science-fiction , tillgängligt på Internet Archive ([ 1 ], [ 2 ], [ 3 ]). Känner du igen någon av dessa omslag ? Romanen har sin egen Wikipedia-sida . Här är en recension .

Hon sov i någon form av stasis,

Her speech was broken. Her tongue and lips refused to work the way they should, but he understood what she tried to say.

"Yes, I'm all right." She lay quietly on the table. "What year is this?" she asked.

"It's 6948," he told her.

Her eyes widened and she looked at him with a startled glance. "Almost a thousand years," she said. "You are sure of the year?"

He nodded. "That is about the only thing that I am really sure of."

"How is that?"

"Why, finding you here," said Gary, "and reviving you again. I still don't believe it happened."

låst i flera år i en slags kapsel i rymden.

"They condemned me to space," she said. "They put me in that shell you found me in and a war cruiser towed it out to Pluto's orbit and cut it loose. It was an old condemned craft, its machinery outmoded. They ripped out the rockets and turned it into a prison for me."

Hennes medvetenhet bevarades, så hon var tvungen att göra något under tiden, så att hon när hon vaknade av en rymdforskare eller något liknande, fick hon redan en telepatisk skicklighet.

"I knew it would be a gamble," she said. "I knew he intended that I should take that gamble. Maybe he had a wild scheme of coming out and hunting for me. Maybe something happened and he couldn't come. Maybe he tried and failed. Maybe the war . . . got him. But he had given me a chance, a desperate chance to beat the fate the military court had set for me. I removed the steel partition in the engine room to make the tank. That took many weeks. I etched the copper plate. I went outside on the shell and etched the lines beside the lock. I'm afraid that wasn't a very good job."

"And then," said Herb, "you put yourself to sleep."

"Not exactly sleep," she said. "Because my brain still worked. I thought and thought, for almost a thousand years. My mind set up problems and worked them out. I developed a flair for pure deduction, since my mind was the only thing left for me to work with. I believe I even developed telepathic powers."

Naturligtvis finns det mycket mer till historien: utomjordingar, robotar, kolliderande universum, etc. Här är baksidan av blurb från 1964 Paperback-bibliotekets utgåva :

"UPON YOU,
AND YOU ALONE
MUST REST THE FATE
OF THE UNIVERSE.
YOU ARE THE ONLY
ONES TO SAVE IT."
Thus spoke the mysterious Cosmic
Engineers to a small group of human
beings on the rim of the Solar System.
Somewhere out there in the vastness
of the galaxies lurked the greatest
challenge they would ever face--the
catastrophic fury of the Hellhounds of
Space. Promptly, courageously the
earthlings boarded their galactic
spaceships and journeyed out far be-
yond uncharted stars, plunging into
dangers too awful to even contemplate.