Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 295: what you’re looking at

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conscious mind was to surrender, and then his subconscious would order that the switch be thrown. Cooperate, Daryesh! You’re as fond of living as I. Cooperate, and let’s get the hell out of here! Grudgingly, wryly: You win, Laird. The body rose again, and leaned on Joana’s arm, and made its slow way toward the boat blisters. The undetectable rays of death poured through them, piling up their cumulative effects. In three minutes, a nervous system would be ruined. Too slow, too slow. “Come on, Joana, Run!” “Why—” She stopped, and a hard suspicion came into the faces of the two men behind her. “Daryesh—what do you mean? What’s come over you?” “Mam ...” One of the crewmen stepped forward. “Ma’am, | wonder ... | Saw him pull down the main switch. And now he’s in a hurry to leave the ship. And none of us really know how all that machinery ticks.” Laird pulled the gun out of Joana’s holster and shot him. The other gasped, reaching for his own sidearm, and Laird’s weapon blazed again. His fist leaped out, striking Joana on the angle of the jaw, and she sagged. He caught her up and started to run. A pair of crewmen stood in the corridor leading to the boats. “What’s the matter, sir?” one asked. “Collapsed—radiation from the machines—got to get her to a hospital ship,” gasped Daryesh. They stood aside, wonderingly, and he spun the dogs of the blister valve and stepped into the gig. “Shall we come, sir?” asked one of the men. “No!” Laird felt a little dizzy. The radiation was streaming through him, and death was coming with giant Strides. “No—” He smashed a fist into the insistent face, Slammed the valve back, and vaulted to the pilot’s chair. CORniclooo SS CO