Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 70: what you’re looking at

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The Viking swam nearer, dominating space. Mark Langston guided the launch with well-remembered skill. The launch swung alongside the Viking and Mark Langston eased her in toward an exact velocity-match. “How about’ that?” questioned Jim McConnell thoughtfully. “If we find anyone alive in there, and manage to do anything for them, what becomes of them when they chug into Capella some twenty-thirty years from now and find out that interstellar travel is already old-hat? You talk about destroying their values, Stan, but how do you think they're going to feel when they find out that it’s all been for nothing, that they might as well have stayed home?” The launch hovered next to the black hulk of the Wiking and Mark Langston swung her abreast of the engine room and clamped her there with gravitraction beams. “Space suits,” he said shortly. “That isn’t quite as tough a problem as it looks like,” Stan Owens explained as he struggled into his suit. “Remember that these are not the original members of the crew—they are a wholly new group, with new values. If they manage somehow to bring the Wking in, that in itself will be enough. Anyhow, In a sense they are the first. We’ve got lots of time before the Viking lands, if she does, and we can set the psychology boys to work in that interval. Don’t worry—when the Viking approaches the Capella system she'll get a hero’s — or Is it heroine’s—welcome that'll put all others to shame. And what's more it'll be completely genuine. There are other distinctions in life besides winning the race, you know.” “You seem to have this all figured to the last decimal point,” laughed McConnell, “and we don’t even know whether or not the Viking is empty. Nothing like looking ahead.” The efficient team of the launch, spacesuited for protection, swung the emergency air lock and cutter into position between the launch and the dark shell of the Viking. CORniclooo SS CO