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Southern Star, v. 1, issue 4, December 1941
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The Voice Out Of Space SOUTHERN STAR Page 23 know that International Regulations allow no one but the navigators in the Control Room. Now -- git!" "I'm not going until you explain the mystery of that strange voice." Philip planted his feet firmly on the floor, and eyed the gruff old man. "Please, Mr. Brown, please." "Do you really want to know?" Philip's eyes sparkled as he answered. "I'm quite sure, sir." The old man reached into his grey space trousers and drew out a pipe and a can of tobacco. "Well, it's a long story," he began, while stuffing his pipe with tobacco. "Remember way back in 1945 when those who spoke of space travel were scoffed and hooted at? Well, a far-sighted young scientist named Stuart experimented with transmutation of atoms of the body through space to the objective where they could be reassembled without injury to the one who was transmuted. It was all very complicated, and even Einstein confessed that he didn't understand it. Yes, sure, people called him a fake and other names, but he was a pertinacious chap and he showed 'em. And did he show 'em! On April 25, 1943, the first experiment was performed and was -- successful. From the shores of the U. S. to Europe in 20 seconds. People were shocked, astounded, speechless. He had succeeded." The master stopped to light his pipe which had gone out. "Then secretly he prepared for the ultimate test. The transportation of someone to a planet. He chose Mars and called for volunteers from the little town of Columbia, down in South Carolina." "Say-y-y, that's where you lived, wasn't it?" "Don't interrupt," said the Captain, "He chose a youth, one like you, Philip. It was necessary to choose one less advanced in age, because of the frightful shock just before the transmutation. Well, later on when the first space ships fired across the sky, they found him not on Mars -- but -- here out in space. His body is scattered around somewhere in this section, with the remarkable powers of comprehension and understanding. Somehow the atoms had struck some impenetrable barrier here and nothing but -- aw, hell, sonny, I'm not one of those famous scientists who can't explain it, either. But the point is that he is somewhere outside this ship, or parts of him, endowed with the ability to set up vibrations into the hull of this ship like it was a sounding board, and talk through it as though he was using a visaphone[[?]] or somethin' like that. And the owner of the voice -- the owner --- he was a wonderful martyr -- and -- but we're approaching the meteor area, so on your way -- begone." Philip retreated slowly as the Captain turned away with tears in the corners of his eyes. The cabin door down the passageway opened, and the mate stepped forth. Philip walked toward him and stopped him as he went forward to his cabin. "Who was the martyr. The Voice in space, sir?" "Oh-h-h, you mean the voice of the Void," the mate answered. "he's Captain Brown's son." Philip Van Dyke stared blindly at the disappearing figure of the mate. THE END [[underline]]Futuria Press and Jinx Press Combine In first Fanzine Effort[[end underline]]: Closely resembling the pro Editor and Publisher, the FAN EDITOR AND PUBLISHER will carry material of the same sort as that of the pro mag. It wil co-edited by Joseph Fortier, of Futuria Press & Harry Jenkins, Jr. of Jinx Press
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The Voice Out Of Space SOUTHERN STAR Page 23 know that International Regulations allow no one but the navigators in the Control Room. Now -- git!" "I'm not going until you explain the mystery of that strange voice." Philip planted his feet firmly on the floor, and eyed the gruff old man. "Please, Mr. Brown, please." "Do you really want to know?" Philip's eyes sparkled as he answered. "I'm quite sure, sir." The old man reached into his grey space trousers and drew out a pipe and a can of tobacco. "Well, it's a long story," he began, while stuffing his pipe with tobacco. "Remember way back in 1945 when those who spoke of space travel were scoffed and hooted at? Well, a far-sighted young scientist named Stuart experimented with transmutation of atoms of the body through space to the objective where they could be reassembled without injury to the one who was transmuted. It was all very complicated, and even Einstein confessed that he didn't understand it. Yes, sure, people called him a fake and other names, but he was a pertinacious chap and he showed 'em. And did he show 'em! On April 25, 1943, the first experiment was performed and was -- successful. From the shores of the U. S. to Europe in 20 seconds. People were shocked, astounded, speechless. He had succeeded." The master stopped to light his pipe which had gone out. "Then secretly he prepared for the ultimate test. The transportation of someone to a planet. He chose Mars and called for volunteers from the little town of Columbia, down in South Carolina." "Say-y-y, that's where you lived, wasn't it?" "Don't interrupt," said the Captain, "He chose a youth, one like you, Philip. It was necessary to choose one less advanced in age, because of the frightful shock just before the transmutation. Well, later on when the first space ships fired across the sky, they found him not on Mars -- but -- here out in space. His body is scattered around somewhere in this section, with the remarkable powers of comprehension and understanding. Somehow the atoms had struck some impenetrable barrier here and nothing but -- aw, hell, sonny, I'm not one of those famous scientists who can't explain it, either. But the point is that he is somewhere outside this ship, or parts of him, endowed with the ability to set up vibrations into the hull of this ship like it was a sounding board, and talk through it as though he was using a visaphone[[?]] or somethin' like that. And the owner of the voice -- the owner --- he was a wonderful martyr -- and -- but we're approaching the meteor area, so on your way -- begone." Philip retreated slowly as the Captain turned away with tears in the corners of his eyes. The cabin door down the passageway opened, and the mate stepped forth. Philip walked toward him and stopped him as he went forward to his cabin. "Who was the martyr. The Voice in space, sir?" "Oh-h-h, you mean the voice of the Void," the mate answered. "he's Captain Brown's son." Philip Van Dyke stared blindly at the disappearing figure of the mate. THE END [[underline]]Futuria Press and Jinx Press Combine In first Fanzine Effort[[end underline]]: Closely resembling the pro Editor and Publisher, the FAN EDITOR AND PUBLISHER will carry material of the same sort as that of the pro mag. It wil co-edited by Joseph Fortier, of Futuria Press & Harry Jenkins, Jr. of Jinx Press
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