Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 119: what you’re looking at

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But suddenly there were voices. Lights among the empty spaces were few and dim. The voices sounded eerily, reflected so many times and so erratically among strange metal shapes. But there was a near-riot in being. There were yappings. There were Snarlings. Then a deep voice roared. There was a crackling, rasping sound. Someone screamed. The deep voice roared again. Brent whispered: They’re getting worked up. That sounded like a try at mutiny, and a hand heat-beam ending it. The crew probably wanted to smash the overdrive regardless, and somebody had to be shot... | wouldn't like to be in the skipper’s boots.” The yappings and snarlings ceased. There were whinings instead. The deep voice bellowed. The babbling and whining stopped. The skipper’s still in charge,” said Brent. “Well soon end that!” Kit’s shoulder touched his. She clung to a narrow girder in a dimness filled with geometrical shapes. There were humming re-echoes of the noises just ended. “lve got my blaster ready if they come this way,” whispered Kit. “If they do smash the overdrive, can you fix it?” He nodded. She smiled at him. Their faces were very close. It was a ridiculous time and place for such things, but suddenly he found himself kissing her. She kissed him back. Her eyes were joyous. She had to hold fast with both hands or she would drop from the girder. He stopped in panic. She laughed softly. This was the strangest of possible times and places for a man and a girl to kiss each other. Then he said feverishly: “Come on! Let’s get to some place where it’s solid ” Vill CORniclooo SS (SO)