Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 239: what you’re looking at

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something decent for that mob back home, whether they like it or not, and we're still going to do the thing their way. Take your logic and your damn budget and_ your Development Survey ghouls and go to hell. Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, genuine Martian real estate, just vacated. And in addition, a roller-coaster in the back yard, every home should have one—” He let me go on like that for | don’t know how long. We were just loafing through the Big Dark, and | finally yelled at him to boot the thing in the rear and get us home and get It over with. And he just gave me that grin. “Always in a hurry,” he said. “Me? I’m the guy who wants them to have the privacy of their own—death, for a while... remember? But | guess that’s one of those romantic ideas.” “Kind of. Kind of. It won't be very romantic cooped up in here with me for the next five years, though.” | looked at him, and that damn grin was still there. | noted that our speed indicator hadn't climbed a centimeter. “Speed control got jammed, somehow,” Max said seriously. “Going to take us a hell of a while to get back all right. Better get ‘em on the UHF, kid. Tell them five years. Tell them we’re both lousy mechanics, and we're sorry as hell” And nowthe | grin was a smile. . much of your share is left—a happy future, Mr. Latham... . | opened my mouth but nothing came out. “Shut up and pass the salt,” said Max. CORniclooo SS CO