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Updated: May 11, 2025
Martian, Venusian, Asteroid colonist inwardly they were still all Terran and on that point he would rest. He was a Terran appealing to his own kind. "People of Terra, we come before you to ask justice " from somewhere the words came easily, flowing from his lips to center on a patch of light ahead. And that "justice" rang with a kind of reassurance.
As he waited he stared out through the dirty window to the street where the cadets had been a moment before and he smiled thinly. Arriving at the spaceport, Astro led his unit mates to a privately owned repair hangar and dry dock where wealthier Venusian citizens kept their space yachts, jet-powered craft, and small runabouts.
It was not until late the same afternoon that Astro, following the trail of the tyrannosaurus, realized that the giant beast was seriously hurt. At first the traces of blood on the ground and underbrush were slight, but gradually the blood spots became more profuse and the trail was covered with huge blotches of red. The Venusian cadet grew more cautious.
All about them was a dimly lit network of braces, arches and semitransparent columns; to all appearances the system seemed to support the crust. Billie whirled upon the Venusian: "I've got it now! The whole globe is covered with glass!" Estra smiled his approval. "For thousands upon thousands of centuries, my friend.
Though the huge Venusian cadet was a genius at all mechanical tasks, and able to work with tools the way a surgeon worked with instruments, he had great difficulty in learning the theories and scientific reasons for all the things he did instinctively. Suddenly Astro stopped, looked at his chronometer, then turned to Tom. "Hey, Tom!" he called. "Where's that jerk, Manning?"
Roger came bouncing down the ladder, grinning. "Well," he said, "we're back on the planet where the monkeys walk around and call themselves men!" "I heard that, Manning!" roared Astro, struggling through the hatch from the power deck. "One more crack like that and I'll stand you on your head and blast you off with your own space gas!" "Listen, you overgrown Venusian ape," replied Roger, "I'll "
The Venusian lifted his head suddenly. The voices from the telephone had subsided; only an occasional outburst came from the instrument. Estra closed his eyes again for a second, and when he opened them again, his manner was astonishingly alert, and his speech swift and to the point. "So far as we know, Billie, the method has no flaws.
Stopping at the trailing edge of the hull, where it enclosed the four rockets, the big Venusian squatted on his heels, making certain the soles of his space boots stayed in contact with the metal of the hull. He peered over the edge and braced himself in a position where he could observe the individual rocket exhausts. "O.K., Roger!" he called into his intercom. "Open up number one."
"Maybe you'd better stay here, Astro. I can make it alone." "No." Connel spoke sharply from the doorway. "Astro speaks Venusian. If you're stopped, he can speak for you. You'd give yourself away." "Very well, sir," said Tom. "I guess that is best. Ready to go, Astro?" "Ready," replied the big cadet. "Good-by, Major," said Tom, reaching into the doorway to shake hands with Connel.
If we fire him, we'll have to start all over again with another one." Kielland stared at the Venusian, and then at Simpson. "So," he said finally, "I see." "No, you don't," Simpson said with conviction. "You don't even begin to see yet. You have to fight it for a few months before you really see."
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