Count down to blast off X-minus 5, 4, 3, 2, X-0, X-0, 2, X-0, 1, fire.

Fire. The From the far horizons of the unknown come tales of new dimensions in time and space.

These are stories of the future.

Adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds.

The National Broadcasting Company, in cooperation with Galaxy's Science Fiction magazine,

presents X, X,

Minnet, 1. Tonight the reluctant heroes by Frank M Robinson. The Only Chapman was awake. The others sprawl on bunks 20 inches wide with clearance of 24 inches between layers.

They breathed heavily, taking an air that had been breathed for 18 months, subject to certain modifications to remove

carbon dioxide and replenish oxygen by the catalytic action of the Harcourt King Unit

on silicon dioxide. Outside the single quartzite port, the

lunar dawn was breaking. The dead black shadows moved across the crater as the

green haze of earthlight gave way to the blinding fight of the sun. the chattered as Chapman copied the message into the log pad.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Yeah, in a pig's eye.

Miserable, no good.

What do they want? Miserable, no good.

What do they want?

They want me to stay until the next relief ship lands.

Go back to sleep.

It's my turn for breakfast.

Are you going to stay? Sure, three years on the moon, they figure I'll be glad to stay for more.

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