Childs Play

Adventures in time and space. Transcribed in future tense. The National Broadcasting Company. In cooperation with Street and Smith, publishers of astounding science fiction. Bring you dimension X.

In these times, even a child knows the meaning of atomic vision. Jet propulsion and electronic transmission. What we ask ourselves, we're the child of the future, nor. What a good time when science unlocks the secret of life itself.

Could it be that one day, such things as constructing human life, or passing back and forth from one dimension to another, will become mere child's play? My name is Sam Weber. I'm an attorney and a pretty successful one, if I do say so myself.

My wife Tina and I live in a comfortable, well-roomed place. in Westchester. Now, I've read a lot of Horatio Algustop in my time and so have you probably, but I'll bet you've never heard anything quite as spectacular as my story. Maybe you won't believe it, but I used to be a completely different guy. Frightened, sickly, near-sighted

a real mortem of me. No kidding. That was five years ago. The big change in me began to take place on a cold December morning in 1945. It's just a moment, please. Yes, please. Webber?

Yes. Samuel? That's right. Stop back. OK, call us, bring it in. Oh, just a moment. You must have the wrong answer. God, chat, buddy. All right, sign here. Is that for me? Webber, apartment. Looks like a coffin.

I don't design them, Jack. I just deliver them sign here. After much straining, I wasn't in very good physical shape those days. I managed to push the box under my single light bulb. It was a card in a small envelope.