Pulp Fiction, 1952 · page 37 of 68
Astounding British Edition, Volume 8, No. 11 — page 37: what you’re looking at
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BLOOD BANK at ninety thousand. A modern service-ship, on the other hand, could have penetrated to a segment of five-space where light’s velocity was constant at one hundred fifty thousand C’s and could reach Sol in two months. The /diot would need five or six, if it could make the trip at all. Roki doubted it. Under normal circumstances, he would 35 hesitate to use the vessel even within the volume of the Sixty-Star Cluster. He thought of protesting to Beth, but realized that the colonel had fulfilled his promise, and would do nothing more. Grumbling, he stowed his gear in the cargo hold, and settled down in the control room to doze in wait for the pilot. Conmmicooolxs.c©