Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 318: what you’re looking at

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“You're the boss,” said Stewie, swinging the cruiser back into the darkness. Running the rim, stabbing into and out of the Black Nebula! Like a couple of schoolboys amusing themselves playing with a high-tension wire. Blufore bethought himself of all those vanished ships and, with a groan, collapsed. Gedso was giving Blufore a drink of something acrid when that officer next knew anything. But Blufore was too Spacesick to swallow; He looked with tortured mien upon the fiend he had begun to conceive in Gedso. It was dark outside, and the cabin lights gave the technician a terrifying bulk. “Are we—still inside it?” gulped Blufore. “No. We are trying to find the entrance to the mines and it is somewhat difficult to do in the darkness.” Blufore tried to peer through the black port, but could see nothing. Yet Stewie was flying at full soeed and without a sign of caution. “You'll be all right soon,” said Gedso sympathetically. , Blufore moaned, “I'll never be-all right again. Never.” Hours later, in his quarters, Gedso hunched over a Black Nebula pilot, entrenched by stacks of transmographs and log tables, eating abstractedly upon an apple. Stewie sat In the comer on his black convict blankets, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, worn out, but not admitting anything of the kind. He would partially wake each time Gedso muttered into his study and then, hearing phrases meaningless to him, would relapse into his semi-slumber. Finally Stewie fell out full length and began to snore gently. When he awoke again he was completely refreshed—and Gedso, even more deeply entrenched in scratch paper and reference books and apple cores, was still working. “You got an idea?” said Stewie. CORniclooo SS CO