Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 74: what you’re looking at

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Everyone has to make— The Long Journey By ALAN INNES TANLEY WAS SITTING IN S the rec-room drinking his third cup of coffee when Hemridge appeared with the collated data on the planetary system. ‘“‘A bonanza,” said the astrogator sourly. “Three planets; one too far out, one too far in, the third barely possible.”” He took the cup: which Leman, the engineer, handed to him. “‘Not much to find after twenty-three weeks of travel.” “Saves work,”’ said Leman. **The less we have to look at the sooner we'll be home.” “The more we find the bigger the bonus,”’ corrected Klien. The geologist smiled towards Thorne. “Right, doc?” Thorne didn’t answer. In- stead he moved to where he could read the instrument findings over the captain’s shoulder. “‘How does it look, Cap?” 73 ““Depends on what you’re looking for.”’ Stanley frowned at the data sheets. “‘Mean temperatures approximately ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit. No ice caps, no oceans, plenty of desert and what at one time must have been moun- tains. No large areas of vegetation.”’ He glanced to- wards the astrogator. “‘We must have emerged pretty close for you to have got all this so soon.”’ **Pretty close,” admitted Hemridge. “‘We were lucky.” He didn’t say how and they didn’t need to ask. Sometimes a ship would emerge from hyper-space at the same co- ordinates as a planet or a sun. Nothing more was ever heard from either ship or crew. The penalty of trying to force two objects to occupy the same space at the same time was always devastating. “Well, what’s the pro- cedure?” Leman hunched comiclooks.conn