No one knew where Berserkers came from. Everyone knew what they had come for.
They were mechanical killers; their brain a computer programmed to destroy all forms of life.
And Berserkers were illogical. The random disintegration of atoms could select any one of infinite means of destruction.
Already planet after planet had been pounded into steam and dust.
Only one kind of being could beat the Berserker.
A race whose whole history had been spent developing more powerful weapons.
A race conditioned to throw away their lives for the title 'hero'.
The race was called man.
[From the back cover BTW]
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