Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 98 of 330
Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 98: what you’re looking at
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“Mummy! Mummy! Don’t let them eat me! He says—” The pimply Rudi scuttled away from the terror-stricken child. The child’s mother comforted it absorbedly, her own face ashen. A man shouted hysterically in the bar: “If we gotta die we oughta kill those officers that didn’t take care—” The bartender moved suavely about his duties—duties which consisted of mixing and serving drinks. Rudi sidled to the bar. There was weeping in the passengers’ lounge. A little girl screwed up her face and began to whimper through the mere contagion of despair. Her father picked her up and began to pat her back, his face vacant of all thought. He looked blankly at the wall, mechanically trying to soothe the child. There was a thwack of fist against flesh. Someone at the bar, reeling, had struck someone else. Thick-tongued, he defied the world and fate and chance. The bartender set out more drinks. There was no flicker of light to indicate that the drink-charges were being punched on the bar-accounting system. Brent suddenly realized that the charge register had not flashed since he had been in the bar. Quietly Brent spilled his drink and approached the bar. The bartender placed another drink before him. He tasted it. loosap again—and no charge for the drink. Free drinks, and every one laced with the Taurine bitters that made one drinkenough for most men, and two too many, and three an incitement to frenzy. Brent spilled this drink, too, and went casually out of the bar. The atmosphere in it was growing tense and highly charged. As he went out, a man bumped into him, headed in. Another passenger needed a drink to help him face the fact that the ship—on the face of things—would drift forever helplessly in emptiness. Forever was a harsh word. There was food and water and air. There was power. The ship could travel between any two planets of a solar system on its CORniclooo SS CO