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Ad Astra, v. 1, issue 2, July 1939

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THE SCIENCE SUPPLEMENT                         #1
                    "LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS?"

                     by Henry Bott

   Through the soupy, foggy, atmosphre, laden with oppressive dampness, stumbles the weary figure of a man. He is clad in a rubber fabric suit equipped with a helmet and air renewing apparatus, for, in this carbon-dioxide saturated world, it is necessary to have the precious, life-giving oxygen supplied from one's portable source. Upon the traveler's feet are huge saucers, similar to snowshoes, to prevent his sinking in the soft, slimy ooze that bubbles about him. Surrounding him is a primeval jungle, filled with teeming, voracious forms of lower life. Amoeba-like animals roll hither and yon, and the ghastly struggle for life goes on, apparently interminably. The wanderer makes his way slowly along the notched tree trail, and from time to time consults a map fastened to his wrist. Soon he sights a long, lonely structure of concrete, and inside his helmet he heaves a sigh of relief, for he knows that once more he has returned alive to Post No. One of the first Earth to Venus expedition.

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THE SCIENCE SUPPLEMENT #1 "LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS?" by Henry Bott Through the soupy, foggy, atmosphre, laden with oppressive dampness, stumbles the weary figure of a man. He is clad in a rubber fabric suit equipped with a helmet and air renewing apparatus, for, in this carbon-dioxide saturated world, it is necessary to have the precious, life-giving oxygen supplied from one's portable source. Upon the traveler's feet are huge saucers, similar to snowshoes, to prevent his sinking in the soft, slimy ooze that bubbles about him. Surrounding him is a primeval jungle, filled with teeming, voracious forms of lower life. Amoeba-like animals roll hither and yon, and the ghastly struggle for life goes on, apparently interminably. The wanderer makes his way slowly along the notched tree trail, and from time to time consults a map fastened to his wrist. Soon he sights a long, lonely structure of concrete, and inside his helmet he heaves a sigh of relief, for he knows that once more he has returned alive to Post No. One of the first Earth to Venus expedition.