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id: 43235
title: First on the Moon
author: Sutton, Jeff
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  rocket jets through outer space--then Adam Crag, his expedition, and He''s like a cat, Crag thought for the thousandth time, watching the Long after they left Crag stood at the small window, looking out over of Man. The Aztec is the first step." He turned back and faced Crag. The Aztec''s crew, Max Prochaska, Gordon Nagel and Martin Larkwell, came Despite his liking for Prochaska, Crag couldn''t forget that he had It came slowly, widely spaced, as if Gotch realized Crag''s limitations "Skipper, look." Prochaska''s startled exclamation drew Crag''s eyes to Crag gave a start before remembering that Prochaska and Nagel were cut While Larkwell and Nagel prepared to lower the rocket Crag smoothed off Crag said, "Defense of Bandit will be under Prochaska''s command." He Crag twisted his head and looked toward the rocket. Martin Larkwell, Gordon Nagel, Max Prochaska, Adam Crag--four eager


id: 51256
title: The Cool War
author: Fetler, Andrew
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  In his office, Petchareff removed the cigar from his mouth as Pashkov "Two thousand kronor," Pashkov said, taking an envelope on the table As Pashkov eased down in his flier, Zubov''s big front tooth Pashkov squinted at Zubov''s crossed eyes. Comrade Petchareff to expect Colonel James today." Pashkov stood looking at Colonel James. "My dear Gospodin Pashkov!" Colonel James greeted him in Russian, Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov. "Take him straight to Petchareff," Colonel James said to Zubov. "Hold your claws, Zubov lad," Pashkov said. "Ah, Colonel," Anastina said as Pashkov fell to, "why did you let them An hour later, Pashkov landed on the Palace roof in Colonel James'' "It is a good thing you do for us, Colonel James," Gustavus IX said, Petchareff looked up as Pashkov was led forward by the guards. Pashkov whispered to Colonel James. "Not in public," Pashkov said.


id: 51435
title: The Business, As Usual
author: Sharkey, Jack
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  "''Certain Powers,'' my foot," said the President. "I can see," said the President, "that this new plane is burning a hole "_Mister_ President!" said the Secretary of Defense. "I think I''ll sit down," said the President, and did so, visibly "And look here!" said the Secretary, slipping his hand within Teddy''s "Mister President," said Professor Blake, "I am the new Chief of "Yes, so I hear," said the President. "Good heavens!" said the President. "Well, they''ll be _pretty_ well certain!" the President said "The plane is ready to leave right now," said the Secretary, with a "Thank you, sir," said Blake, patting the suitcase. "Impossible, sir," said the Secretary of Defense. "I know, I know," said the President. "I still feel we''ve overlooked something," said the President. "I don''t mean their psychology at _all_," said the President. "This just came for you, sir," he said, handing the Secretary a small


id: 52574
title: Third Planet
author: Leinster, Murray
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  "Perhaps," said the Com Ambassador politely, "it will be easier for Some hundreds of light-years away, the Survey ship _Lotus_ floated in Nolan," said the skipper. miles out from the sol-type star Fanuel Alpha, whose third planet Nolan "I''m telling you," said Nolan sharply, "that the third planet''s dead! "Confidentially," said the Com Ambassador to the Coordinator of the "I think," said Nolan, "that I make a landing. During what was left of the day-light, Nolan and Kelley went south to "When everything died and turned to dust," said Nolan, "there''d be "It''s being argued on the ship," said Nolan. "The Coms aren''t a very believing people," he said slowly. The _Lotus_ went on toward Planet Five, leaving a world which should On the fourth day after landing, the skipper sent for Nolan. "I have to inform you," said the Com Ambassador, "that any military The Com Ambassador said politely: The Com Ambassador said politely:


id: 52784
title: Heavenly Gifts
author: Kolom, Aaron L.
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  A blur of silent motion tugged suddenly at the corner of Mrs. Frisbee''s Mrs. Frisbee presented the blanket to her, then hurried to catch the The corridor clock showed a few minutes to midnight as Mrs. Frisbee, Mrs. Frisbee waited patiently It had all begun one evening about five months before, when Mrs. Frisbee had attended a revivalist meeting. with her increasing years and the passing of many of her friends, Mrs. Frisbee had begun to experience a desire to make peace with her maker. It seemed the hand of providence when Mrs. Frisbee learned that a newly Mrs. Frisbee agreed. Mrs. Frisbee knew this from hearing Mrs. Frisbee never needed but half Mrs. Frisbee had typed awkwardly, one finger at a time. Mrs. Frisbee was at peace--with the world, with herself, and with her Only one thing occasionally puzzled Mrs. Frisbee. of our profit came from native trade!" His eyes narrowed.


id: 60654
title: Love and Moondogs
author: McKenna, Richard
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  "RUSS DOG REACHES MOON ALIVE." A man in a leather jacket stopped to protest the Russian crime of putting a trusting, loving dog on the "Like hell!" said the man in the leather jacket, moving in. "If you''re so big and brave, go bring down the Russian dog," she told "Looks like Governor Bob''ll be a while yet, Sam," the secretary said. "Hell yes, I need one, Dave," the adjutant said in his frog voice, Martha Stonery, Martha and Mr. Cherkassov made introductions back and forth and the men bowed stiffly. "Madame Stonery, I have come to justify moondog," Mr. Cherkassov said. "Two wrongs don''t make a right, Mr. Cherkassov," Martha said, raising "Russian women are coarse and strong," Mr. Cherkassov said soothingly. "All dogs are not loving in the same way, madame. "You just know," Martha said. But a _Russian_ dog! were true, Madame Stonery," he said judiciously.


id: 60608
title: Satellite Passage
author: Thomas, Theodore L.
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  "Better be outside in any case," said Kaufman. Morgan tried to see it in his mind: three men standing on a long, slim Kaufman took it and hefted it in his turn, and passed it to McNary. McNary gently pushed the flask toward Morgan, who caught it and McNary''s, and as he worked his way into it, Morgan and Kaufman pressed Morgan became aware that McNary, beside him, was pointing toward the Morgan turned his head away from the storm and saw that Kaufman and Morgan unhooked one of the oxygen cylinders at his belt and said, "We "Shooting stars on Earth tonight," said McNary. Morgan and McNary turned to see Kaufman floating several feet above the "Right," said Kaufman. Morgan turned to face the approaching satellite. "Not that I see," said Morgan. Morgan watched as the other satellite approached. himself raising an arm with Kaufman and McNary and waving back.


id: 60737
title: To Each His Own
author: Sharkey, Jack
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  "Fine," said Gwann, the pilot and leader, as Klendro came into the in the ship''s wall, and Gwann went out into the yellow glow of the "There was _one_ thing...." said Jorik slowly. "Some sort of animal, probably carnivorous," said Jorik. "Well," said Gwann, "one carnivore cannot have accounted for a "We''ll meet back here at the ship in five days," said Gwann. "One thing, sir," said Jorik, his brow creased in a frown. Antarctica, Klendro to Australia, Jorik to South America, and Drog to "Sir," said Volval, approaching the pilot, "I''ve discovered some maps." "Good work, Volval," said Gwann, taking the packet. "Drog?" said Gwann, turning to the navigator. "A good point, Jorik," said Gwann. "Sir," said Drog, holding up the map so that the leader could see it, "What are you talking about, Jorik?" said Gwann impatiently. "Sir," said Jorik respectfully, "some sections are colored very "Well," said Gwann, "our work here is through.


id: 60671
title: The Last Days of L.A.
author: Smith, George H. (George Henry)
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  street again and head toward the place you always think of as The Bar. A wino edges up to you and asks for money to buy a sandwich and a cup "We''re facing the end of the world," says John, "and you worry about round-faced little man is talking to a few listless people. I know because it''s the Word of God, my friends! says, "Listen to the words of the Space People. People and feel that this world can be saved only through the aid of you people of Earth think of as the head of the government of the good from where you sit but you think it might look even better up "The Power of God will save you," she says to the little boy now "I think they''re tingling a little," he says. Do you prefer to think of some man''s hand running over your


id: 60303
title: The Bridge
author: Revelle, G. G.
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  Captain Alfred Lowary put the yellow paper away quickly when the three Finally Lowary said, "That''s it, then. Lowary took in the man''s square face, the set of his jaw. Tudor looked down the river in the direction of the City some thirty Lowary said softly, "We knew it would come some day, didn''t we, Tudor?" Kastner''s eyes left Lowary''s face. "I guess not," Lowary said absently. "The Lieutenant back there said it was O.K." He looked at understand, Captain," Meyers said evenly. Lowary said nothing. "How do you know?" Lowary said simply. Lowary turned at the sound of Tudor''s heavy voice. Lowary felt Tudor''s hand on his arm. you want, Lieutenant Tudor," he said before he turned away. Lowary looked up. Lowary handed the paper to Meyers. Lieutenant looked puzzled when Lowary drove away. The kid looked so young, yet he was the only one Lowary felt he


id: 60443
title: Eddie
author: Riley, Frank
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  than that of Dr. John O''Hara Smith, an electronics research engineer. _For a period of more than a year, the case of Dr. John O''Hara Smith Amos Busch promptly called Major General David Sanders, commander of General Sanders scratched his tanned bald head, and said, The FBI went to work with a thoroughness that made John O''Hara Smith''s O''Hara Smith''s work record, FBI agent Frank Cowles inquired: "Does Eddie solve any problems closer to our own time, Dr. Smith?" "Now, Dr. Smith," said Cowles, "let''s get back to the explosion.... Dr. John O''Hara Smith closed his eyes. story of Dr. John O''Hara Smith''s mysterious disappearance from General "General," Smith replied acidly, "do you know any better way of When John O''Hara Smith phoned that afternoon, the General said promptly: "Everything you know about the X-15," Dr. Smith agreed, "but Eddie Dr. John O''Hara Smith, and Eddie, the educatable computer.


id: 61242
title: The Winning of the Moon
author: Neville, Kris
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  "_Nyet_," said Major Winship, exhausting his Russian. "I''ll try again," Major Winship said and switched to the emergency "Maybe so," Major Winship said. "I guess it''s over," said Major Winship, getting to his feet. "Got ''em," Major Winship said a moment later. "Damn!" Major Winship said, "they should have made these things more "I''ll be damned surprised," Major Winship said, "if they got any "Larry," Major Winship said, "why don''t you get Earth?" Lawler got down from the bunk and Major Winship mounted. Major Winship got down and Capt. After a moment, Major Winship said bitterly, "To hell with the Russian Air, Major Winship said silently. "Somehow, that sounds like him," Major Winship said. "Now," Major Winship said, "we can either bring the drum inside or take "I don''t think this is the way to do it," Major Winship said. "Now, let''s go," said Major Winship. Major Winship, Lt. Chandler, and Capt.


id: 60922
title: Murder Beneath the Polar Ice
author: Howard, Hayden
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  time a picket buoy goes dead out here under the ice, the last sound it "This college boy may look like a tennis player," Barney went on as if the broadcast aerial from a picket buoy up through ice, and Murderer the Murderer wished the submarine''s commander would hurry up and decide wind, but the Murderer knew the minisub was actually doing the drifting. Murderer kept both eyes on the instruments and gave Barney a "This pack ice has changed," Barney''s voice muttered. Barney and the Murderer had been one of the diving teams out there "My God, look!" Barney''s voice croaked, and his black rubber arm The Murderer looked down at the hard metal shell of the minisub. Barney''s black rubber arm and dragged it toward the minisub. Valving more air into the minisub''s flotation tanks, the Murderer As decompression began, the Murderer sank down beside Barney''s body


id: 61374
title: Countdown
author: Grow, Julian F.
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  ten years like ten thousand in the past of man ... Man, the creature of choice. a network of aimed and armed missiles, in deserts, on mountaintops, hidden deep and in the surrounding seas. 3 men, of one species but riven somehow at this point in time by chosen by his masters to be the nock of the arrow, the final factor; yet not an arrow, for each network of course was aimed at both the reasoned, and so the bombs and the men were trained. 2 buttons, a choice under the fingers of each of these men: one, red, Identically, in each network, the white button was a dummy. choice was as it always was--red button, kill ... The men in the tombs, unknowing, knew this was the choice. 1 man''s brain, whosoever, however carefully masters may mold it, is Ten thousand years have not fitted man to live with


