Jarvis Hilton is in charge of a handpicked team of scientists -- and a navy warship on a deep space mission, dubbed Project Theta Orionis. On the outbound journey, automatic sensors drop their ship -- the "Perseus" -- into normal space for an encounter with a mysterious skeletal object. The encounter leaves them baffled, and leads them to a view an epic space battle. But strange as that is, it's nowhere near as mysterious as finding a planet covered in radioactive fuel ore -- and populated with humanoid robots who have been expecting their arrival and greet them as returning masters. . . !

Cadet George Hanlon stood stiffly at attention. But as the long, long minutes dragged on and on, he found his hands, his spine and his forehead cold with the sweat of fear. He tried manfully to keep his eyes fixed steadily on that emotionless face before him, but found it almost impossible to do so. Tension grew and grew and grew in the room until it seemed the very walls must bulge, or the windows burst to relieve the pressure. The cadet felt he could not stand another minute of it without screaming. Why didn't that monster say something? What kind of torture was this, anyway? And why was he here in the first place? He couldn't think of a single reg he had broken-yet why else would he be called before Admiral Rogers, the dread Commandant of Cadets?

Armchair fiction presents extra large paperback editions of the best in classic science fiction novels. Veteran sci-fi author E. Everett Evans penned this brilliant tale, "Man of Many Minds." An entire galaxy was in danger Somewhere, somehow, the first moves had been made-there was a pattern beginning to emerge. Someone, or something, was on the way to wresting supreme power over all the planets currently controlled by Mankind-and the Inter-stellar Corps seemed helpless to meet this threat. No "normal" man could hope to penetrate the vast conspiracy of it all. But...the Corps did have one man who wasn't normal, a man who possessed a very strange weapon...his mind

Somewhere, somehow, the first moves have been made-the pattern is beginning to emerge. Someone-or something-is on the way to supreme power over all the planets held by Man.

And the Inter-stellar Corps is helpless to meet the threat-no normal man can hope to penetrate the conspiracy.

But-the Corps has a man who isn't normal, a man with a very strange weapon...his mind!

Cadet George Hanlon stood stiffly at attention. But as the long, long minutes dragged on and on, he found his hands, his spine and his forehead cold with the sweat of fear. He tried manfully to keep his eyes fixed steadily on that emotionless face before him, but found it almost impossible to do so. Tension grew and grew and grew in the room until it seemed the very walls must bulge, or the windows burst to relieve the pressure. The cadet felt he could not stand another minute of it without screaming. Why didn't that monster say something? What kind of torture was this, anyway? And why was he here in the first place? He couldn't think of a single reg he had broken-yet why else would he be called before Admiral Rogers, the dread Commandant of Cadets?