Count down for blast off, X-minus 5, 4, 3, 2, X-9, X-9, one, fire. The from the far horizons of the unknown come transcribed 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 Street and Smith publishers of astounding science fiction presents

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One! One. Tonight's Dwellers in Silence.

Twenty years in silence.

Twenty years had passed, twenty years since the last of the giant migration ships had crashed to the service of Mars bearing its pitiful handful of survivors of the Earth Wars.

20 years of longing of turning our own. of the And the first new ship built of shining Martian chromaton had lifted bravely toward home with three men locked in its metal belly.

There it is. You can barely see the top of the atomic trades building in the twilight.

They never finished building them.

Captain, what is it?

Am I going out of my mind? Look, out that way to the west.

My heaven, it is.

Those are lights. Turn the ship.

Full cruising speed.

They are lights.

Captain, it's the city, a whole blasted city lit up like a Christmas tree.

What do you think of your dead planet now, Williams?

Decelerate to negative five. We're going to take her down. Unbelievable. We've been walking for hours now and not a soul to be seen.

There must be someone. How do you explain the light?

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