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Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep

Written By:Philip K. Dick - 1966

  • Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep - Philip K. Dick cover
  • Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep - Philip K. Dick cover

    Del Rey - May 1982

  • Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep - Philip K. Dick cover

    Del Rey - 1996+ - 21st Printing


War had left the Earth devastated. Through its ruins, bounty hunter Rick Deckard stalked, in search of the renegade replicants who were his prey. When he wasn't 'retiring' them, he dreamed of owning the ultimate status symbol—a live animal. Then Rick got his big assignment: to kill six Nexus-6 targets, for a huge reward. But things were never that simple, and Rick's life quickly turned into a nightmare kaleidoscope of subterfuge and deceit.

Del Rey - May 1982

It wa January 2021, and Rick Deckard had a license to kill.

Somewhere among the hordes of humans out there, lurked several rogue androids. Deckard's assignment—find them and then... "retire" them.

Trouble was, the androids all looked and acted exactly like humans, and they didn't want to be found!

Del Rey - 1996+ - 21st Printing

By 2021, the World War had killed millions, driving entire species into extinction and sending mankind off-planet. Those who remained coveted any living creature, and for people who couldn't afford one, companies built incredibly realistic simulacrae: horses, birds, cats, sheep...

They even built humans.

Emigrants to Mars received androids so sophisticated it was impossible to tell them from true men or women. Fearful of the havoc these artificial humans could wreak, the government banned them from Earth. But when androids didn't want to be identified, they just blended in.

Rick Deckard was an officially sanctioned bounty hunter whose job was to find rogue androids, and to "retire" them. But when cornered, androids tended to fight back, with deadly results.


Del Rey - May 1982


"I don't think you understand the situation," Garland said, "This man—or android—Rick Deckard comes to us from a phantom, hallucinatory, nonexistent police agency allegedly operating out of the old department headquarters on Lombard. He's never heard of us and we've never heard of him—yet ostensibly we're both working the same side of the street. He employs a test we've never heard of. The list he carries around isn't of androids; it's a list of human beings. He's already killed one—at least once. And if Miss Luft hadn't gotten to a phone he probably would have killed her and then eventually he would have come sniffing around after me."

"Hmm," Phil Resch said.

"Hmm," Garland mimicked, wrathfully. He looked, now, as if he bordered on apoplexy. "Is that all you have to say?"

The intercom came on and a female voice said, "Inspector Garland, the lab report on Mr. Polokov's corpse is ready."

"I think we should hear it," Phil Resch said.

Garland glanced at him, seething. Then he bent, pressed the key of the intercom. "Let's have it, Miss French."

"The bone marrow test," Miss French said, "shows that Mr. Polokov was a humanoid robot. Do you want a detailed—"

Del Rey - 1996+ - 21st Printing

So that's how the largest manufacturer of androids operates. Rick said to himself. Devious, and in a manner he had never encountered before. A weird and convoluted new personality type; no wonder law enforcement agencies were having trouble with the Nexus-6.

The Nexus-6. He had now come up against it. Rachael, he realized; she must be a Nexus-6. I'm seeing one of them for the first time. And they damn near did it; they came awfully close to undermining the Voight-Kampff scale, the only method we have for detecting them. The Rosen Association does a good job—makes a good try, anyhow—at protecting its products.

And I have to face six more of them, he reflected. Before I'm finished.

He would earn the bounty money. Every cent.

Assuming he made it through alive...


"A marvellous and complex book, simply written but leaving all kinds of resonance in the mind" —Brian W. Aldiss

"Dick's most widely-read novel. It is also on of his best" —Science Fiction: The 100 Best Novels

"Dick's plastic realities tell us more than we'll ever want to know about the inside of our heads and the view looking out. In his tortured topographies of worlds never made, we see mindscapes that we ourselves, in our madder moments, have glimpsed and thought real. Dick travelled out there on our behalf. It is our duty to read the reports he sent home." —James Lovegrove

"Dick quietly produced serious fiction in a popular form and there can be no greater praise" —Michael Moorcock

"One of the most original practitioners writing any kind of fiction, Philip K. Dick made most of the European avantgarde seem navel-gazers in a cul-de-sac" —Sunday Times

"The most consistently brilliant SF writer in the world" —John Brunner

"Dick's abundant storytelling gifts and the need to express his inner struggles combined to produce some of the most groundbreaking novels and ideas to emerge from SF in the fifties and sixties" —Waterstone's Guide to Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror

"In all his work he was astonishingly intimate, self exposed, and very dangerous. He was the funniest sf writer of his time, and perhaps the most terrifying. His dreads were our own, spoken as we could not have spoken them" —The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction

Del Rey - May 1982

"Philip K. Dick is the most consistently brilliant SF writer in the world." —John Brunner

Del Rey - 1996+ - 21st Printing

"A kind of pulp-fiction Kafka, a prophet." —Eric P. Nash The New York Times

Do Androids Dream of Electronic Sheep? was published in 1968. Grim and foreboding, even today it is a masterpiece ahead of its time.

"[Dick] sees all the sparkling—and terrifying—possibilities... that other authors shy away from." —Paul Williams Rolling Stone

"If the ‘70s and ‘80s... belonged to William Burroughs, the millennium belongs to Philip K. Dick." —Erik Davis Details