Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 80: what you’re looking at

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RECOIL — bad that he choked and coughed on every breath. Nielson forced his unwill- ing fingers to undo the glove studs. Then he lay quiver- ing in nausea, while the rest of the spacesuit unhooked itself automatically. The fresh air of the cabin was pure bliss when it struck him. The chronometer told him that he’d been in the spacesuit nearly four hours. The things were designed for only three hours of use. Suddenly feeling better, Niel- son realised his good fortune in recovering from the faint before he suffocated. Then Nielson remembered what had caused him to faint: The cabin began to go around in circles and he collapsed in terror onto the floor, curling up into a huddled ball. “‘There’s nothing super- natural about it,” Nielson told himself, when the attack of terror and dizziness had passed. The sound of his own voice helped to restore confidence. “I just didn’t 79 throw the life-rocket away hard enough to get it out of the ship’s gravity. It kept coming back. All that I have to do is to cut the whole ship’s artificial gravity, go into the airlock, and give the life-rocket a hard push. When it gets far enough away, I'll turn the gravity on again, and the life-rocket will be too far away to be affected by then.” There seemed no reason to hurry with this procedure. Nielson drank a sedative and an analgesic, waited until they had calmed him, then forced himself to chew a few ounces of concentrates. Automatically, he removed the latest accumulation of photographs from the proces- sing tray of the camera, inserted them into the proper places in the ship’s log, and glanced at the statistics that the steel stylus of the printer had inscribed onto the log sheets. All appeared to be going well with the ship. Nielson’s nerves began to comiclbooks.com