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Fantascience Digest, v. 2, issue 5, July-September, 1939
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FANTASCIENCE DIGEST Page 9 float in from the ether. No, I know and you know that it's one or the other of us, and it won't be me!" "Nor I," responded Rey testily. "Aw, for the love of Amok, you're as stubborn as a Hulan baggage conveyor. I don't suppose any commands of mine as your superior Plus-Commander would do any good with you?" Jon grinned briefly. "Nope, can't say that I'd obey on Zitra, fellow." Rey flopped on his back disgustedly. "Okay. It's five Usecs before the Circuit. How about us getting a little sleep before the sun sets? We can discuss it when we wake up tomorrow. After all, if we don't get settle for the night the sun will go down and in this thin atmosphere we'll be in absolute darkness instantly. Tomorrow you'll go to the base." "You'll be the man," responded Jon. He opened his mouth and fingered a switch on his mechanobelt. A tiny lever inside his helmet popped a white pill onto his tongue and he swallowed it with a wry expression. "Some meal!" Rey nodded and repeated his actions, going through other pantomine such as patting his stomach comfortably and delicately flicking off a spot of food which he pretended had fallen on his chest. Absently, he fumbled in his belt and produced again the gretite cartridges. "Here are the little devils that'll save your neck," he grunted, placing them on the ground beside his Y-rod. Without saying anything Jon took out his and added them to the pile. Then he reclined on his elbow. "Goodnight, my fine young hero," he commented sardonically. "We'll argue about that tomorrow. And speaking of necks, I only wish I could get to mine to scratch it." "Goodnight," returned Rey, trying to make himself more comfortable. "I only wish I could get to it to break it." And at that moment the sun disappeared over the lip of the horizon and a blackness fell so sudden and intense that the distant stars leaped almost within reach of the two men lying there on the barren plain. "Whew!" sighed Rey gustily. "It must be dark. And we haven't a sign of a flashlamp on us or on the ship. Well, goodnight, Jon." He reached over and felt for the other man's hand, squeezing it hard. "Goodnight," answered Jon. "Be seein' you, Rey." *************************************** Dawn thundered over the horizon like a rocket-flare. There beside the pit housing the space-ship lay two Y-rods and a tiny pile of gretite cartridges. Two extra atmospheric cannisters were there, also. Of Plus-Commander Rey and Sub-Commander Jon there was no visible sign except footprints leading away from the spot. ************************** ***************
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FANTASCIENCE DIGEST Page 9 float in from the ether. No, I know and you know that it's one or the other of us, and it won't be me!" "Nor I," responded Rey testily. "Aw, for the love of Amok, you're as stubborn as a Hulan baggage conveyor. I don't suppose any commands of mine as your superior Plus-Commander would do any good with you?" Jon grinned briefly. "Nope, can't say that I'd obey on Zitra, fellow." Rey flopped on his back disgustedly. "Okay. It's five Usecs before the Circuit. How about us getting a little sleep before the sun sets? We can discuss it when we wake up tomorrow. After all, if we don't get settle for the night the sun will go down and in this thin atmosphere we'll be in absolute darkness instantly. Tomorrow you'll go to the base." "You'll be the man," responded Jon. He opened his mouth and fingered a switch on his mechanobelt. A tiny lever inside his helmet popped a white pill onto his tongue and he swallowed it with a wry expression. "Some meal!" Rey nodded and repeated his actions, going through other pantomine such as patting his stomach comfortably and delicately flicking off a spot of food which he pretended had fallen on his chest. Absently, he fumbled in his belt and produced again the gretite cartridges. "Here are the little devils that'll save your neck," he grunted, placing them on the ground beside his Y-rod. Without saying anything Jon took out his and added them to the pile. Then he reclined on his elbow. "Goodnight, my fine young hero," he commented sardonically. "We'll argue about that tomorrow. And speaking of necks, I only wish I could get to mine to scratch it." "Goodnight," returned Rey, trying to make himself more comfortable. "I only wish I could get to it to break it." And at that moment the sun disappeared over the lip of the horizon and a blackness fell so sudden and intense that the distant stars leaped almost within reach of the two men lying there on the barren plain. "Whew!" sighed Rey gustily. "It must be dark. And we haven't a sign of a flashlamp on us or on the ship. Well, goodnight, Jon." He reached over and felt for the other man's hand, squeezing it hard. "Goodnight," answered Jon. "Be seein' you, Rey." *************************************** Dawn thundered over the horizon like a rocket-flare. There beside the pit housing the space-ship lay two Y-rods and a tiny pile of gretite cartridges. Two extra atmospheric cannisters were there, also. Of Plus-Commander Rey and Sub-Commander Jon there was no visible sign except footprints leading away from the spot. ************************** ***************
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