Lulungomeena

Countdown for blast off. X-5, 4, 3, 2, X-1, fire. From the far horizons of the unknown, come transcribed tales of new dimensions in time and space. These are stories of the future.

Adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with Galaxies Science Fiction magazine presents X... climate... Climate... One... One... One... Tonight... The Lung Amina by Gordon R. Dixon Bluame Playhar Bank if you like or what happened at stage in 563 ?

OR blame Bill Peterborough the one we call The Kid I blame no one I am a Dors Tata That means I was brought up on one of those tiny planets a million light-years from nowhere.

Being a dor-sci-man is quite a responsibility. We are a very polite people. We have to be. Because when we get angry, we fight to the death. It all began that evening that Clay Harbank began reminiscing about his home planet, Lulongamina. We were sitting around the recreation room of 563.

There was a card game going on in one corner. Lulongamina. The very name sounds like music, doesn't it, Lord? You know me, Clay. I'm a dorsai man. I've been on the dorsai planets. I've seen them all knocking around this universe for 35 years.

But when it comes to sheer beauty, Lou Longomanna. How long since you've been home, Clay? Home. Twenty years, Lord. Twenty stinking miserable years? Well, that'll be over soon. Another ten days. You're gonna miss old 563?

Miss this, God forsaken little asteroid? Not for a minute. I will miss your ugly face around here. At least I will. I'm gonna miss your gloomy dorsai pose too. What why don't you get out of it?