Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 125: what you’re looking at

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on all who stirred. They were frightened, as well as desperate. A man in a skipper’s uniform, with dark brows almost meeting over his forehead, glared at the again- terrified passengers. Brent said sharply to the two beside him, “Get hold of something! Quickly!” He caught at a chair rail on the wall with his right hand. His left went swiftly into his pocket. The skipper said, raging, “Go ahead! Wipe them out!” He raised his blaster to aim at Den Harlow. And then all weight vanished. The ship’s artificial gravity went off. Brent shifted hands, holding himself steady with his left hand. The skipper did not realize, for a moment. He raised his blaster. As his arm and the heavy weapon rose, his body tilted gracefully forward. The blast made a spurt of smoke from the floor. Then Brent fired with his soundless pocket weapon. There were shrieks of terror from the passengers. They fell—endlessly, horribly, interminably. Their feet did not press upon the floor. They could not flee or dodge. They could not even turn their bodies. If a woman tried to thrust her child behind her, she found herself floating inches from the floor and the child an uncontrollable floating object which moved her as she moved it. A man lifted his hands before his eyes to shut out the sight of doom, and his body rotated grandly so that he floated face-down. There was not a person who could move from the spot where he had been standing— because there was no traction of his feet upon the floor. But there was no movement of a body’s member which did not change the angle of the body to the floor and walls and ceiling. And there was the sensation of ghastly falling towards infinity ... But Brent was anchored. His first shot had killed the Skipper as the skipper’s aim was made impossible by his lack of weight. There was bedlam. Crewmen, their faces contorted, tried to shoot, but they could not aim either. To CORniclooo SS (SO)