菲利普•迪克（Philip K. Dick），美国科幻文学界的传奇人物，共出版44部长篇小说和121篇短篇小说，曾获雨果奖和坎贝尔奖。作品集中探讨“何为真实”以及“个体身份建构”。代表作有《少数派报告》《尤比克》《仿生人会梦见电子羊吗？》《高堡奇人》《流吧！我的眼泪》等。盛名经久不衰，有多部作品被改编成电影，包括《银翼杀手》《少数派报告》《全面回忆》等，一再催生票房新高。以其名字命名的菲利普•K.迪克奖是美国科幻界的主要奖项之一。
这本书的标题通常翻译为《仿生人会梦见电子羊吗？》。其实翻译得不对。 根据这个链接 https://english.stackexchange.com/questions/161679/dream-of-vs-dream-about 里的说法： 'I dream of' is usually talking about your goals/aspirations. So I dream of becoming a doct...
＊"Keep your hand off my settings." Her voice held bitter sharpness. "I don't want to be awake." ＊There are no owls, he started to say. Or so we've been told. Sidney's, he thought; they list it in their catalogue as extinct: the tiny, precise type, the E, again and again throughout the catalogue. As the girl walked ahead of him he checked to see, and he was right. Sidney's never makes a mistak...
＊"Keep your hand off my settings." Her voice held bitter sharpness. "I don't want to be awake."
＊There are no owls, he started to say. Or so we've been told. Sidney's, he thought; they list it in their catalogue as extinct: the tiny, precise type, the E, again and again throughout the catalogue. As the girl walked ahead of him he checked to see, and he was right. Sidney's never makes a mistake, he said to himself. We know that, too. What else can we depend on?
＊ Annoyed, he picked up the supplement. "This is a violation of public trust. Nobody should get advance news of price changes." As a matter of fact this might violate a federal statute; he tried to remember the relevant law, found he could not. "I'm taking this with me," he said, and, opening his briefcase, dropped the supplement within.
＊ No support, he informed himself. Most androids I've known have more vitality and desire to live than my wife. She has nothing to give me.
＊ "It's not just false memory structures," Phil Resch said. "I own an animal; not a false one but the real thing. A squirrel. I love the squirrel, Deckard; every goddamn morning I feed it and change its papers — you know, clean up its cage — and then in the evening when I get off work I let it loose in my apt and it runs all over the place. It has a wheel in its cage; ever
seen a squirrel running inside a wheel? It runs and runs, the wheel spins, but the squirrel stays in the same spot. Buffy seems to like it, though."
＊ "Would a squirrel need that? An atmosphere of love? Because Buffy is doing fine, as sleek as an otter. I groom and comb him every other day." At an oil painting Phil Resch halted, gazed intently. The painting showed a hairless, oppressed creature with a head like an inverted pear, its hands clapped in horror to its ears, its mouth open in a vast, soundless scream. Twisted ripples of the creature's torment, echoes of its cry, flooded out into the air surrounding it; the man or woman, whichever it was, had become contained by its own howl. It had covered its ears against its own sound. The creature stood on a bridge and no one else was present; the creature screamed in isolation. Cut off by — or despite — its outcry.