The Map Makers

Countdown for Blastoff 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 Galaxy's Science Fiction magazine presents The knight's story, The Map Makers by Frederick Paul.

Damage report Mr. Bonham. Hi sir, three bulkheads penetrated in AC and D sections patched in airtight. How is Lieutenant Gordon?

Isn't good, he's unconscious his head is all banister. There's a million to one chance. I don't think it's happening in 300 years. Mediari can matter, hitting a ship in hyperspace. Mr. Bonner, would you please have the air dance operator declare the control room of kerosene fumes?

Mr. Larch. Aye sir. Take a rally, man, let's end. I'll have a half G spin if you please. We can use a little gravity when we figure this out. Aye sir. Engine room. Half G spin for simulated gravity.

Aye. How about the atlas? That's the worst damage, sir. Celestial atlas is destroyed. Hm. The Atlas was the only record on board of the hyperspace configurations. The total loss? It's Deadse. Oh. What was his name?

The Atlas? Uh...Spon. He had a sister in Seattle, I think. The Passold is for burial at the afterlock. I see. And Mr. Bonner have all officers assemble in the war room for an emergency meeting as soon as we are secured for normal space.

That is, gentlemen. Gentlemen, gentlemen, we are in trouble. We are in the soup, and we're a long way from home. Babana, would you get me a bulb of coffee, please? Now, nobody is going to come and get us out of this.