Nightfall

Count down for blast off. X minus 5, 4, 3, 2, X minus 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 Street and Smith, publishers of astounding science fiction presents Xxxxxxxx minus... blindet, Knightfall, by Isaac Azhumoth Ralph Waldo Emerson speculated if the stires should appear one night in a thousand years

How would man believe, and adore, and perceive for many generations the remembrance of the City of God, This was philosophically interesting But on the edge of the galaxy, a planet swings on its orbit in a cluster of six suns.

These suns hang in the sky above. Nevertheless than two shine down through the entire 23.8 hours of the planet's day. The yellow light has burned down on the planet continuously, into the past till the mind of man runneth knocked to the contrary.

Theremen was a reporter for the Saros City Chronicle. He covered them all, from the night police beat to politics, to the sports pages, and the city editor wanted him to cover the biggest story of the year, perhaps of all time.

It was an interview, a particularly difficult interview. But then, since his first days as a cub, Theramont had specialized in difficult interviews. It cost him bruises, black eyes, and broken bones, but it had gotten him an ample supply of coolness and self-confidence.

He didn't expect violence, though, from an astronomer. You're from that newspaper? Well, you've got a lot of gall coming here. When I look Dr. Aetan, it's only a jar. I've read your paper. You've been writing this observatory for two months now.