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Updated: May 5, 2025
The Venus Expedition had to move some heavy equipment to the top of a mountain, to make some electrostatic tests before a storm. Charlie had just climbed down from the helicopter. A common old lightning bolt hit him. Somebody played Fire Streak on the bagpipes inside a sealed tent while they buried him. Otherwise, he didn't even get a proper spaceman's funeral.
"We've only got one chance and we might as well make it a good one!" "Six thousand!" yelled Roger. "Seven thousand!" "Astro," bellowed Tom, "stand by to fire stern rockets!" "Ready, Tom," was Astro's reply. "Eight thousand," warned Roger. "Spaceman's luck, fellas!" The silver ship moved through space away from the Polaris. "Nine thousand," reported Roger. "And, Astro, I really love ya!"
"I have my new reactor unit working properly now, and I believe that I still have a chance." "But you've lost hours, man," protested the major. "I can make them up, sir," said Kit. "Am I permitted to carry on?" The major was flustered, but nodded his head. "By all means. Yes, indeed! And spaceman's luck to you."
I ain't gonna spend the rest of my life on a prison asteroid!" "Shinny, you know too much!" Loring's hand darted toward the blaster he wore at his belt. "Your secret's safe with me. I give you my spaceman's word on it," said Shinny, pushing back his chair. Abruptly getting to his feet, he scrambled rapidly out the door of the Café Cosmos. "Loring," said Mason, "get him. You can't let him ..."
Furthermore, there wasn't enough air for wings to be of use beyond the atmosphere where the big rockets traveled. He could see no reason for wings, and said so. "You're not looking far enough ahead," Dr. Gould said severely. "Put on your spaceman's helmet. Connect up and think. You're on Space Platform Number One and you want to come home to Terra. What are the wings for?" Light dawned.
Vack worms were a spaceman's equivalent of "the blues." "Not exactly, sir. I happened to overhear the doctor talking today. You're due for a leave in a week." "That's good news!" Rip exclaimed. "You're not unhappy about it, are you?" Koa shrugged. "We were all hoping we'd be together on our next assignment. The gang liked serving under you.
They had slowed, his spaceman's sense told him, and now he could see they were within the atmosphere, not too high above the ground. Now he could make out huge, squat mechanisms from which those deadly rays were pouring.
"You either consent to the regulations, or disqualify yourself from the race." The spaceman's face turned a dusky red under his swarthy complexion. "All right, all right! If that's the way it is, that's the way we'll play it. But I'm warning you, Manning, stay away from me." Strong glanced at his wrist chronograph. "You have five minutes before the blast-off, stand by." He shook hands with Roger.
He tried, as he strode along, to piece together more of his memories and the scanty information he had had from the Nahuatl man. So he had been "brain-channeled," given a set of false memories to fit a Rynch Brodie whose presence on this world meant a billion credits for someone. He could not believe that this was the spaceman's game alone, for hadn't he spoken of "we"? A billion credits!
But he clamped his teeth together and made a quick lunge for Miles, reaching for the spaceman's throat. Expecting the attack, Miles stepped aside quickly and brought the gun down sharply on the big cadet's head. Astro dropped to the floor, half-stunned. The black-clad spaceman leveled the ray gun and sneered, "Try that again, you overgrown punk, and I'll drop you on your head."
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