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Horizons, v. 1, issue 3, April 1940
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and toppled over, a blackened corpse. Panting, Allan picked himself up, and quickly removed Terv's weapons. But it was not necessary, for the Space-man's terrific punch had broken his neck. After burying the the alien's bodies in the soft soil, the two trudged slowly back the where the Space-man's craft stood, and climbing in, the metal man lifted his nephew onto a bunk and prepared him a meal of Forman feast. It was not until Allan had eaten his fill that the Space-man stood by his bunk, and listened to the tale he had to recount. "After I left you," Allan commenced, "I decided to fly to Vega, and see if any of the planets were worth colonising. I cruised along for a while, and then decided to drug myself and let the ship accelerate under automatic control to top speed. I can to three days later, and turned off the automatic control, to find Vega was only a few thousand miles ahead. The second world seemed the only one that could support life, so I headed for it. Just as I was approaching, however, a queer-looking craft appeared from around its sun-side, and bore down on me. By radio we got in communication, and as I have studied the ancient languages of Terra, I understood what they wanted. They told me to land on Forma, or they would make me land. "I told them to try and make me, and--" he said ruefully, "--they did." "I remember crashing on Forma, then the next thing I knew was that they had me tied to a tree, and asked me a lot of questions about the planet where I come from -- they thought it was Zehd, by the way -- and I asked them why they wanted to know. They told me. "It appears that Cerjo, their home world, the have reached a very scientific era, and all work is done by mechanical servants. But recently, a yet unexplained cosmic occurance fused their more of power --something like electricity, I believe. Unwilling to set to work themselves, and now knowing another method of powering the robots, they decided togain human workers--to conquer and enslave the people on another planet. I had to try and escape and get word to you, and so I pretended to break down to their torture, and told then that we lived in underground cities on Zehd. Satisfied, they decided to carry me back to their ship, and use me as a hostage or something reached Zahd. Or perhaps I was to be taken back to Cerjo as a speciman of the life they were to enslave." "Well," remarked the Space-man, as Allan concluded his sotry, "you are safe now, the Procyonans have been destroyed. It is unlikely that any of their other ships will chance upon arth of Terusa, but if they do, we will be ready." "Yes," agreed Allan, "now we know what to expect, and we can be ready for them." "And," added the Space-man, a twinkle in his lens-eyes, "now that your own ship is wrecked, may I suggest you stay awhile with me, and perhaps visit Terusa, the home world of my mother?" "There's nothing I'd like better," nodded Allan, as he turned over to sleep. The Space-man waled softly to the port, and gased out upon the Forman landscape. Vega had set, and its light, still diffusing through the cool atmosphere, set up a purple twilight, which cast long shadows back from the towereing plants. We it my imagination, or did his metal face actually break into a smile as he turned once more and eyed his sleeping nephew's cosmic-ray bronzed young face? THE END -------------- Important! In in the space to the right of these lines, right over here; an "x" appears, it means your subscription to Horizons has expired, or that this is merely a sample or complimentary copy. If the "x" ishere, you'd better renew at once. Remember--a hektographed magazine has only a limited edition, and Horizons is sometimes sold out by the time an issue appears. Send 15c or 30c for two or four issues now--and perhaps make mimeoing of this magazine possible. Your subscription is needed.
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and toppled over, a blackened corpse. Panting, Allan picked himself up, and quickly removed Terv's weapons. But it was not necessary, for the Space-man's terrific punch had broken his neck. After burying the the alien's bodies in the soft soil, the two trudged slowly back the where the Space-man's craft stood, and climbing in, the metal man lifted his nephew onto a bunk and prepared him a meal of Forman feast. It was not until Allan had eaten his fill that the Space-man stood by his bunk, and listened to the tale he had to recount. "After I left you," Allan commenced, "I decided to fly to Vega, and see if any of the planets were worth colonising. I cruised along for a while, and then decided to drug myself and let the ship accelerate under automatic control to top speed. I can to three days later, and turned off the automatic control, to find Vega was only a few thousand miles ahead. The second world seemed the only one that could support life, so I headed for it. Just as I was approaching, however, a queer-looking craft appeared from around its sun-side, and bore down on me. By radio we got in communication, and as I have studied the ancient languages of Terra, I understood what they wanted. They told me to land on Forma, or they would make me land. "I told them to try and make me, and--" he said ruefully, "--they did." "I remember crashing on Forma, then the next thing I knew was that they had me tied to a tree, and asked me a lot of questions about the planet where I come from -- they thought it was Zehd, by the way -- and I asked them why they wanted to know. They told me. "It appears that Cerjo, their home world, the have reached a very scientific era, and all work is done by mechanical servants. But recently, a yet unexplained cosmic occurance fused their more of power --something like electricity, I believe. Unwilling to set to work themselves, and now knowing another method of powering the robots, they decided togain human workers--to conquer and enslave the people on another planet. I had to try and escape and get word to you, and so I pretended to break down to their torture, and told then that we lived in underground cities on Zehd. Satisfied, they decided to carry me back to their ship, and use me as a hostage or something reached Zahd. Or perhaps I was to be taken back to Cerjo as a speciman of the life they were to enslave." "Well," remarked the Space-man, as Allan concluded his sotry, "you are safe now, the Procyonans have been destroyed. It is unlikely that any of their other ships will chance upon arth of Terusa, but if they do, we will be ready." "Yes," agreed Allan, "now we know what to expect, and we can be ready for them." "And," added the Space-man, a twinkle in his lens-eyes, "now that your own ship is wrecked, may I suggest you stay awhile with me, and perhaps visit Terusa, the home world of my mother?" "There's nothing I'd like better," nodded Allan, as he turned over to sleep. The Space-man waled softly to the port, and gased out upon the Forman landscape. Vega had set, and its light, still diffusing through the cool atmosphere, set up a purple twilight, which cast long shadows back from the towereing plants. We it my imagination, or did his metal face actually break into a smile as he turned once more and eyed his sleeping nephew's cosmic-ray bronzed young face? THE END -------------- Important! In in the space to the right of these lines, right over here; an "x" appears, it means your subscription to Horizons has expired, or that this is merely a sample or complimentary copy. If the "x" ishere, you'd better renew at once. Remember--a hektographed magazine has only a limited edition, and Horizons is sometimes sold out by the time an issue appears. Send 15c or 30c for two or four issues now--and perhaps make mimeoing of this magazine possible. Your subscription is needed.
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