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Updated: October 15, 2025
On the Ipplinger starship a communications tech slapped home a switch and the solido-vision circle settled over the Blond Terror's head, a halo of solid light for a complex Ipplinger signal-reaction device. "Hail Ippling!" Boswellister shouted. Boswellister strained forward, clutching the seat arms. It had to work! His equation must be right! The symbol had the proper cultural connotations.
Whatcha sellin', Wheatsnaps?" "Bring on the dames!" They pressed in close to the starship, running their hands over the slick metal surface. "Boy, what a prop! Bet it cost a million bucks. What ya sellin', mister?" "Sanity!" Boswellister shouted from the rear. His men tried to hold their ranks, but the crowd broke the lines, jerking the medals off their chests for souvenirs.
The streets were crowded. Busy stern-faced people raced madly from one place to the next; Alan was accustomed to the more orderly and peaceful life of a starship, and found himself getting jostled by passersby from both directions.
I am touching a starship, I am in a starship, I, Reed Kieran of Midland Springs, Ohio. I ought to be back there, teaching my classes, stopping at Hartnett's Drug Store for a soft drink on the way home, but I am here in a ship fleeing through the stars ... His head was spinning and he was afraid that he was going to go out again.
They were twins again. And the Cavour was ready to make its leap into hyperspace. It was not difficult for Alan to get the route of the Valhalla, which had been recorded at Central Routing Registration. Every starship was required by law to register a detailed route-chart before leaving, and these charts were filed at the central bureau.
This was a vital procedure; in case anyone were accidentally left behind, it would mean permanent separation from his friends and family. He had reached the name Donnell, Steve. No answer came. Captain Donnell called his name a second time, then a third. A tense silence prevailed in the Common Room of the starship, where the Crew was assembled. Finally Alan made himself break the angry silence.
Now Tommy, who had been born on the ninth planet of the star Capella, was taking the Lhari starship to his faraway home, and Bart's father was coming back to Earth, on the same starship, to meet his son. Five years, Bart thought. That's a long time. I wonder if Dad will know me? "Let me give you a hand with that stuff, Tommy." "I can manage," Tommy chuckled, hefting the plastic cases.
Sure I'm a good astronomer but so are lots of other guys. If I were ten years older, it would have been an honor, being picked for the first long jump in the first starship ever. At my age it was luck. "You'll want to know if the ship worked. Well, she did. Went like a bomb.
Deston stepped over to the board and flipped a switch. The communicator came on. Since everything aboard a starship is designed to fail safe, they were, of course, in normal space. On the visiplates hundreds of stars blazed in vari-colored points of hard, bright light. "Baby Two acknowledging," Deston said. "First Officer Deston and three passengers. Deconned to zero. Report, please."
I could weep when I think of those miles of lovely color film, all gone up in smoke. "I'm shocked all right. I never said who I was. Matt Hennessy, from Farside Observatory, back of the Moon, just back from a proving flight cum astronomical survey in the starship Whale. Whoever you are who finds this tape, you're made. Take it to any radio station or newspaper office.
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