Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 10, 2025
He waited for the light-minutes to pass, before he could hear her voice. "Hello, Frank..." There was the same eager quaver. "Still pretty jammed, Frank... But we know about it here from Art... Some of the Pallastown convalescents will be migrating your way... I'll wrangle free and come along... Maybe in about a month..."
He wondered if this was the beginning of the end... Frank Nelsen missed the first shambles at Pallastown, of course, since even at high speed, the rescue unit with which he came did not arrive until days after the catastrophe. There had been hardly any warning, since the first attack had sprung from the sub-levels of the city itself.
He thought about how terribly vulnerable to attack Pallastown seemed, even with its encirclement of outriding guard stations. He thought of Paul Hendricks, Two-and-Two Baines, Charlie Reynolds, Otto Kramer, Mitch Storey, and Miss Rosalie Parks who was his old Latin teacher. He thought of trying to beam some of them. But hell, they all seemed so long-lost, and he wasn't in the mood, now.
Big vegetable gardens under sealed, stellene domes. Metal refineries, solar power plants, plastic factories and so forth, already in operation... But there was nothing like Pallastown, on little Pallas, out in the Asteroid Belt... Mars? That was the heebie-jeebie planet. Gimp asked Harv how much leave he had on Earth. "Not long, I guess," Harv laughed.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking