Courtesy

Adventures in time and space, told in future ten. A broadcasting company, in cooperation with Street and Smith, publishers of astounding science fiction, bring you... Dimension X.

This is the story of the second expedition to the planet of Landor. I am recording it for any future expeditions which might land on this god's second sphere. And I hope that they may learn from our tragic example.

Is that right? There are two of us left. Two out of an original compliment of 180 men. One of us, myself, will be dead in less than 27 minutes. As for the other, heaven have mercy on him.

This is how it happened. June 3rd, 1997, less than two months ago, The last of our supply ships blasted off Landro, headed for it. There she goes, a big bottom bird. I could be a border, bad ears being ho-ho-ho.

Listen, Captain, I've been kicking her own with you from one planet to another for so long now, they're all get to be the same. Ah, not this one, bad ears, not Landro. No, no, maybe you're right there.

You never can own one like this. To cemetery, that's what it is, a big, cold cemetery. They're empty cities, that's what does it. Sitting there like there was tombs. Bad ears are getting to be a poet in your old age.

I ain't so poetic. I didn't remember this wife of Butler Irish or if that's a plieship. What? Right here. You know Brady, if you weren't the best all around cook and trouble shooter I ever shipped, I'd court march on you.

Well, since I ain't being court march, how about we should open this Irish head time and give this up at tonight? Right? Right. We walked back to the cluster of plastic hats we called face.