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Updated: May 18, 2025
Two more strange men, one of them in purple lounging pajamas, the other in the gray uniform of a slidewalk inspector, had grabbed Fay's skinny upper arms, one on either side, and were lifting him to his feet, while Fay was struggling with such desperate futility and gibbering so pitifully that Gusterson momentarily had second thoughts about the moral imperative to go berserk when menaced by hostile force.
He returned the salute of a Space Cadet passing on the opposite slidewalk and then faced Commander Walters who stood beside him, eyeing him quizzically. "Things are shaping up pretty well, Commander," he replied, finally, with an air of unconcern. "The Earthworm units buckling down to business?" Commander Walters' voice matched Strong's in nonchalance. "Yes, I'd say so, sir.
After getting close enough to the Academy to use the slidewalk system crisscrossing the huge area, he loitered on the crowded platforms which connected the hangar, the Academy, and the spaceport. He kept his coat collar high and his civilian hat pulled low over his eyes.
"You're beginning to suspect everything, Roger. He might be going to get a part or grab a bite to eat." "Where? In Atom City?" asked Roger. "That's the slidewalk to the monorail station." He pointed to the black-suited figure as he hopped on another moving belt that angled away from theirs. "Oh, forget it," groaned Tom. "I'm too tired to think about it now.
"You are all under arrest and confined to quarters." The six cadets all trembled but said nothing, standing at rigid attention, eyes straight ahead. "Return to your quarters immediately." As one, the cadets wheeled and marched off. Tom, Astro, and Roger walked across the quadrangle back to their dorm, and the Capella unit took the slidewalk that led to their quarters.
Hitching a ride on a jet sled to the nearest slidewalk, they were soon being whisked along toward their quarters. Already, cadet units were standing around in fresh blues waiting for the call for final dress parade. At exactly fifteen hundred, the entire Cadet Corps stepped off with electronic precision for the final drill of the term.
The concentrates never made a satisfactory meal, even though they supplied everything necessary for a healthful diet. A few moments later the three members of the Polaris stood on the main slidewalk, an endless belt of plastic, powered by giant subsurface rollers, being carried from the spaceport to the main academy administration building, the great gleaming Tower of Galileo.
As Hemmingwell and Barret turned their attention to the wrecked control panel, Connel, Walters, and Strong climbed out of the ship and left the hangar. On the slidewalk, headed back to the Academy, Commander Walters looked at Connel inquiringly. "What now, Lou?" he asked. "I have an idea, Commander," said Connel. "I'm going to spend the rest of the night listening to this audiotape over again.
Strong watched the two cadets turn back to their work dejectedly, and then, sighing with weariness, he headed back to the slidewalk. In the morning he would check the reports of the Security Section for word of Tom. Then he squared his shoulders determinedly. He would check them now! He could not go to bed yet. Not while Tom was still missing and while Astro and Roger were on the work gang.
"I can't wait to get back on that power deck," said Astro. "It'll be like going home." Later, riding the new slidewalk to the area where the huge hangar had been built, they saw Captain Strong returning from the restricted area on the other slidewalk. They hopped off their walk and waited for the young officer. "I'm happy that you passed the exams, boys," he said.
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