Next Door, Next World.
by Robert Donald Locke.
_Almost any phenomenon can be used--or act--for good or ill.
Mutation usually brings ill--but it also brings greatness. Change can go any direction._
Ill.u.s.trated by Douglas
Hungrily, the cradled vessel"s great steel nose pointed up to the distant stars. She was the _Cosmos XII_, newest and sleekest of the s.p.a.ce Service"s rapidly-expanding wing of interstellar scout ships, and she was now ready for operational work.
Major Lance Cooper, a big man with s.p.a.ce-tanned features, stood in the shadow of the control bunker and watched the swarm of ground crewmen working at last-minute speed atop the loading tower. Inside him burned a hunger, too.
Hunger, and another emotion--pride.
The pride swelled Lance"s open-collared khaki shirt, as he envisioned himself at the ship"s controls within a few minutes. Finally, after long years of study, sweat and dedication, he"d made it to the Big League. No more jockeying those tubby old rocket-pots to Luna! From here on, he was going to see, taste, feel what the universe was like way, way out--in Deep s.p.a.ce. The _Cosmos XII_, like her earlier sisters, was designed to plow through that shuddery nowhere the cookbooks identified as "hypers.p.a.ce."
Lance"s glance shifted upward, scanning the velvet backdrop of frosty white points of light against which the slender, silverish, almost wingless form stood framed. More stars than a man could visit in a lifetime! And some already within grasp!
His exultant feeling grew, and Lance kept his head tilted backward.
Alpha Centauri, the most popular target, was not visible at this lat.i.tude; and Barnard"s star, besides being far too faint, lay on the other side of the sun. But there shone Sirius, just as bright as it had glittered for the Greeks, and frosty Procyon, a little to the north.
Both orbs twinkled and beckoned, evoking strange and demanding dreams!
One day, Man would be able to make landings. Teams of scientists outfitted to the eyebrows and trained to cope with any environment or emergency, would explore unknown jungles, _llanos_, steppes; tramp up and down fertile vales and hills under blue-hot alien suns. Perhaps, they might even contact native species boasting human intelligence: mammalian hunters and fishers, city-building lizards, sky-probing arachnids--who knew what?
But now, of course, all that Headquarters permitted of flights was the most furtive of reconnoitering. You hoisted your scout ship aloft under high-gee, cleared the ecliptic, then swung out of normal s.p.a.ce and _jumped_. When you materialized in the new sector, you set your cameras clicking, toggled all the other instruments into recording radiation, gravity pressures, spectroscopy, at slam-bang speed. The very instant your magnetic tapes got crammed to capacity, you pressed six dozen panic b.u.t.tons and scooted like a scared jackrabbit for Home, Sweet Home.
Adventure? It wasn"t even mentioned on the travel posters, yet.
But, adventure would follow.
Some day.
Meanwhile, at the taxpayers" expense, you--the guardian of the Peace--had enjoyed the billion-dollar thrill of viewing our Solar System from light-years and light-years of distance. Or so the manual said, right here on Insert Page 30-Dash-11-Dash-6.
Lance thought about those veteran hype-pilots who"d already poked around in the great black Cold out there. How was it they were always compensating for their frustration?
Now, he remembered.
Having few tall tales to spellbind audiences with when they swooped back down on Home Base after their missions, the hype-pilots got around it by bragging up Terra itself, and how at least you could always depend upon good old Earth to come up with something to relax this Warp-Weary generation!
"Something, for example, such as we now hold in our hand, brothers!"
Lance could hear them now. "Namely, one of these superbly-programmed c.o.c.ktails, as only Casey can turn out."
(Casey was the Officers Club barkeep and much-beribboned mixologist.)
"A real "Casey Special"--look at its pristine beauty! What better consolation can a man ask, for not having gotten to land at the apogee point of his...o...b..t?"
"Besides"--this usually came out after two or three more tongue-loosening toasts had been quaffed to the beasts of Headquarters--"what"s so blasted special about landing on some G.o.d-forsaken rock _out there_?
"h.e.l.l"s bells! Earth is a planet too, isn"t it? And when you"ve been cooped up in a pa.r.s.ec-gobbling pot for a very, very long two weeks, any planet looming in your viewscope cries to be set down upon. Your own prosaic hunk of mud is good as any!"
Lance Cooper"s rambling thoughts broke off their aimless tracking to swing one hundred and eighty degrees in mids.p.a.ce and dart right back to Earth.
Here at this very moment--and less than a hundred yards away--came Terra"s foremost attraction for him. His hammering heartbeat would have placed him on the "grounded" list immediately, had there been a medico with a stethoscope hanging about to detect it.
The attraction"s name was Carolyn Sagen, and she was hurrying directly across the concrete ap.r.o.n.
Even under the incandescent work-lamps of the crew scrambling up and down the ladders, she looked as fetching as a video starlet making her first personal-appearance tour of the nation. Only the fact she was Colonel "Hard-Head" Sagen"s family pride and joy kept the helmeted and half-puckered up techs on the rungs from whistling themselves dry in their enthusiasm.
Now, she had completely bypa.s.sed the work area. Here, the lighting did not reach and the paler illumination of starshine took over. It seemed to render the girl"s soft blond hair and her full warm lips more intimately something belonging to Lance Cooper alone--and he liked that.
He saw that she had turned up the collar of her tan coat against the night wind.
While still a step or two distant from him, Carolyn halted. Her worshiping eyes rested fully upon the big pilot. Lance thought he detected a troubled expression.
Then, the girl managed a tight smile that conveyed her outward resignment to all Man"s absurd aspirations to own the galaxy:
"Don"t worry about "Security," Lance. Dad wrote me out an O.K. to skitter up this close to the Launching Area. You know"--she gestured self-consciously--"big crucial moment ... lovers" farewell ... I pulled all the stops, but it worked."
"Matter of fact," she added, in an obvious attempt at facetiousness, "Dad opined he"d have walloped the daylights out of me, if I hadn"t put up a struggle to get near my man."
Then suddenly, she was not at all brave, anymore.
Suddenly, she had burrowed into his arms. "Oh Lance, had there been no other way, I"d have clawed right through fence and revetments to get to you! Men, men! Just because something"s _out there_, as you say ... why is it so important to build ships and go out and look at it?" Her fingers dug into Lance"s shoulders. "Women are saner ... but maybe that"s why men need us." The grip of her fingers shifted, tightened.
"Kiss me, you big baboon."
Lance kissed her. A tender kiss, yet gusty enough that he lifted her from the ground and her high-heeled shoes kicked in free fall.
The pilot found his girl"s breath warm, loving. Yet her cheeks seemed colder than even the crisp air should account for. And her body was trembling.
He planted a second kiss, then set her down.
"Hey! This is no way for a s.p.a.ce Service brat to carry on. Why, you"re just about to--"
"To cry, Lance? No, I wasn"t. It"s just that ... you"ll be gone so long."
He punched her playfully. "Two measly weeks out, two weeks to astrogate her back home. And once I"ve got my feet wet at it, it"ll be like shooting ducks in an alley."
Carolyn reached out, brushed a windswept tuft of hair from above the rock-steady eyes that looked at her.
"I know, Lance. I even realize that just ten years ago, women had to put up with separations from their sweethearts or husbands that lasted months. When the old pioneer ships used to limp back and forth to Mars and Venus. But I"m different, I guess. Weak, maybe. Or just plain scared--"
This didn"t sound like the blithe-spirited girl he"d pursued for a year, then wooed and subdued. Lance studied her, then said slowly: "You"re scared. About what? My first flight?"