Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 203: what you’re looking at

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spin, he thought, so that the outer skin would be the deck. The rotation it had now was just enough to give him orientation, not enough to walk under. One of the doors was ajar. He pulled it open and flashed his light around. It gave the impression of being living quarters of some kind, what seemed to be a bunk frame was folded against the bulkhead, and there were panels that hinted at lockers. He tried one of these panels but could not make out how it opened, if it did. He hurried on along the corridor, trying doors at random, flashing his’ light around inside, feeling a growing uneasiness. The place had an empty but well-swept feel about it. It did not fit with the hatches swinging ajar and the dead dark airlessness. They came to a passageway intersecting at right angles. Goodrich paused and oriented himself. Using the axis of rotation as a reference, the hatch and the main corridor were on the equator of the sphere. At the north polar axis, he remembered, there was a bulge and a cluster of external gear, hinting at a concentration of navigational gear within. Remembering something he had once read, he grasped Brown's aim and pushed his helmet against the other man’s. “Can you hear me?” he asked. The answer was thin and reedy, they were under only partial pressure in the helmets, but understandable. “O.K.,” Goodrich said. “I’m going to leave you here. You keep your helmet shoved up against the wall of this passage. If you hear three bangs, get back and get out of the lock, cut the cable and stand off about five hundred yards in the rocket. If | don’t signal in thirty minutes, fire up and go home. | don’t like the feel of this, it feels fishy, I’m going to look around a little more, but | don’t want to take a chance losing CORniclooo SS CO