Authors: William F. & Johnson Nolan,William F. & Johnson Nolan
Logan was doomed by time. The red flower imprinted on his hand had blinked black and his life was officially over. The Thinker had so decreed. Youth must control society.
Now Logan, a DS man who carried a Gun that could explode any prey, would himself become a Runner, pursued by a Sandman.
Guided by the glow-flicker of the Follower, the Sandman sees his quarry is ahead, sees Logan and the girl. But it is not wise to attempt a chase in these caverns. The Sandman smiles. They are moving through the scrub toward the high grass.
He has them now.
There is nowhere for them to go.
A Saul David Production
Roscoe Lee Browne
David Zelag Goodman
Based on the novel "Logan's Run" by
William F. Nolan and George Clayton Johnson
Produced by Saul David
Filmed in Todd-AO and Metrocolor
Released thru United Artists
A Transamerica Company
This low-priced Bantam Book
has been completely reset in a type face
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Dial edition published September 1967
Bantam edition / May 1976
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Copyright © 1967 by William F. Nolan and
George Clayton Johnson.
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The seeds of the Little War were planted in a restless summer during the mid-1960s, with sit-ins and student demonstrations as youth tested its strength.
By the early 1970s over 75 per cent of the people living on earth were under twenty-one years of age.
The population continued to climb—and with it the youth percentage.
In the 1980s the figure was 79.7 per cent.
In the 1990s, 82.4 per cent.
In the year 2000—critical mass.
Her hair was matted, her face streaked and swollen. One knee oozed slow blood; she's cut it on a steel abutment.
A stitching pain lived in her side.
There was a high lovers' moon and the night was full of shapes. Shadows slid on shadows.
When had she crossed the river? Was it last night or the night before? Where was she now? She didn't know.
Off to her right she could see an unending length of metalmesh beyond a stretch of dead asphalt. Far out on the pavement sea was a cluster of teeter-swings. An industrial nursery; it had to be Stoneham or Sunrise.
Perhaps her baby was there!
She veered to the left, away from the mesh, into the deep night-black between buildings. Abruptly she found her passage blocked by a high board barrier. She turned. Maybe she could double back over the river.
If she could only rest.
Wait! She froze, remained motionless. There was someone in the shadows ahead. A silent scream ripped at her throat.
Panic drove her heart against her chest in shuddering strokes. She spun about, clawed at the blistered boards, her fingernails breaking as she sought a grip on the coarse wood. The fence was too high.
For an instant (a century?) she clung there, trying to will her muscles to lift her oh-so-heavy body, but all the energy was gone. Something tore inside her, and she crumpled at the base of the wood.
Huddled into herself, she studied the char-black flower crystal centered in the palm of her right hand. A few days ago it had been a warm blood-red—just as seven years before it had been electric-blue, and seven years earlier, sun-yellow. A color for each seven years of her life. Now she was twenty-one and her flower was dull black. Sleep black. Death black.
The figure moved calmly toward her, across the moon-pavement. She didn't look up. She stared at her palm, because her future and her past were written there. All of her days and her nights and her fears and her hopes.
Why had she believed in Sanctuary? Insane. Impossible. Why hadn't she been like all the others who had accepted Sleep?