Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 87: what you’re looking at

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lt had been a masterly plan, considering the time handicaps under which H was devised and executed. The prisoner they had removed from under old Malcolm’s eyes had been closeted and given a_ strong psychological conditioning—he himself had helped in that—so that he would exert a favorable influence among his people when the ship came to life again. It would take the Viking thirty years or more to finish her incredible voyage to Capella. But she would get there and find a subtly directed welcome that would surpass her wildest dreams. Civilization would thrill to her story, and Collins and Webb and Renaldo and Echols would be immortalized in story, picture, and legend. And Stan Owens? Jim McConnell? Captain Kleberg? Members of the complement of — the Wilson Langford, inexcusably late on a standard run from Earth— except in a few foreversecret records, they would be uNKnown. And it did not matter—that was the best part of It. Collins stood alone in the midst of the noise and activity of the control room. The white lights beat down on him and even behind his standard dark glasses his eyes hurt. To every man, woman, and child on the ship, he was the captain now— with one exception. To Collins himself, there would always be only one captain. He walked carefully over to the viewport, forcing his untrained muscles to carry him through the light gravity. It would be years, he knew, before they could stand one-half normal gravity—but they would make it. Collins stood alone, looking out at the stars his father had loved. Very softy then, so that only he could hear, he whispered a promise: “We're coming.” CORniclooo SS CO