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Updated: June 23, 2025
As he passed the line of desks and headed for the slot, a hand caught his arm. Tom turned to see Roger Manning grinning at him. "Worried, spaceboy?" asked Roger easily. Tom didn't answer. He simply withdrew his arm. "You know," said Roger, "you're really a nice kid. It's a shame you won't make it. But the rules specifically say 'no cabbageheads." "No talking!" Dr.
When Tom reached a point five hundred feet away from the ship, Strong flipped open the audio circuit and issued his first order. "Range five hundred feet," he called. "Cut jets!" "You're already here, spaceboy!" yelled Roger into the mike, leaning over Strong's shoulder. The captain silenced him with a glare. No one could speak to the examinee but the testing officer.
"You can't even feel it when you pull out of the station." "Blast my jets!" marveled Astro. "I'd sure like to take a look at the power unit on this baby." "Even on a vacation, all this guy can think about is power!" grumbled Roger. "How about building up our own power," suggested Tom. "It's a long haul to Atom City. Let's get a bite to eat." "O.K. with me, spaceboy!" Astro grinned.
"Spaceboy, I'm getting a real hot-rocket idea! See ya later!" And the blond cadet ran for the door. Tom watched his unit-mate disappear and shook his head in amused despair. Roger, he told himself, might be difficult, but he was certainly never dull. Then his attention was brought back to the monitors by the warning of another approaching spaceship.
When he climbed through the hatch to Roger's station, he found his unit-mate tilted back in his chair, staring through the crystal blister over his head. "Hiya, spaceboy," smiled Roger. He indicated the blister. "Take a look at the wide, deep and high." Tom looked up and saw the deep blackness that was space. "It's like looking into a mirror, Roger," he breathed in awe.
"Don't forget to let me know when I have to cut down on thrust!" "Take it easy, spaceboy," snapped Roger. "You'll know in plenty of time!" He turned back to the radar scanner and continued the never-ending sweep of space ahead. After a week of checking and reconditioning the Space Devil in the wild Venusian jungles, Roger had become more and more disgusted with himself.
In the corridor they slumped against the wall. "That," announced Roger, "is as close as I ever want to come to getting a rocket shell in the side of the head." "You can say that again, spaceboy," sighed Astro. "Just think what would have happened if we'd opened our mouths about Vidac!" "Come on," said Tom. "We've got twenty-four hours to soak up as much of this Earth as we can.
"And if we can't change course, the one we're on now will take us straight into Mars's gravity and we crash!" "Send out an emergency call right away, Roger," said Tom. "Can't, spaceboy," replied Roger in his lazy drawl. "Not enough juice to call for help. Or haven't you noticed you're standing in the dark?" "But how how could this happen?" asked Tom, puzzled.
"All right, spaceboy!" he grated. "Hold it or I'll freeze you stiff!" Bangs stopped and stared at the gun and at Jardine who was slumped on the deck. Mason rushed past him to the controls. "What is this?" demanded Bangs. "An old game," explained Loring with a sneer. "It's called 'You've got it and I take it. And if you don't like it, you get it." He gestured with his gun. "You get it with this."
"Spaceboy" Roger smiled "you made the Arcturus unit look like three old men in a washtub counting toes!" "Congratulations, Corbett," said Tony Richards of the Arcturus crew, offering his hand. "That was really fast maneuvering out there." "Thanks, Tony." Tom grinned, running his hand through his brown curly hair. "But I have to admit I was a little scared. Wow!
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