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THE MOON IS HEAVEN 99 fact, this space flight affair was the first proper job you’d: ever had. Even in the early stages of that, you’d written.a few articles and reports. Stuff that could have been done in half the time you took to do it, ° But you’re not like that now. The Moon and Reina have changed all that. In addition to writing voluminous accounts of everything that happens, putting in every tiny detail in case it should some day ‘be important and the people who want to know are a quarter of a million miles away from where it happened—in addition to all that, you’ve put in a good few hours with Atah on the ship’s air-lock. You've straightened out the door unaided while Atah carried on working at the valves. You've done quite a bit of riveting and you’ve spent a long time holding things up to the frame while Atah bashed away on the other side. But you’ve gota terrific compensation. The air-lock is now in perfect condition. Atah and you tried it out a day or so ago and there wasn’t one leak. You had filled the ship with oxygen from the spare bottles and taken your helmets off inside the rocket. It made the return trip seem almost accomplished. There had been quite a celebration that day, too. A double celebration, because Reina had finally got the pipe-line run- ning from the compressor to the fuel tank. She got into the spirit of things by letting you all have a double ration of sugar in your tea!- But she wouldn’t allow alcohol. - Leeson was all for it, but Atah agreed with Reina. ““ When we get back to Earth, Leeson. I’ll take you into a bar and you can drink the place dry. I might do the same myself!’’ ‘‘ Holy mackerel!’ Leeson had shouted. “‘ That’s worth waiting for.’’ He turned to the rest of you. ‘‘ Imagine see- ing Atah drinking beer!’’ ‘©Qh, no, not beer,’’ Atah expostulated in a shocked voice. ‘‘ Whisky. Neat whisky !’’ Then there had been a long night of soothing sleep during comicbooks.com