Appointment In Tomorrow

Come down 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 Click sc, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick Minus minus, minus, Minus, one, one, one, one, one Tonight, appointment in tomorrow by Fritz Leiber

The first angry rays of the Sun, which surprisingly enough still rose in the east at 24 hour intervals Fierce the Lacey tops of Atlantic Costumes and touch thousands of Sleeping Americans with unconscious fear Because of the unpleasant similarity to the ray from World War 3's their manipular weapons, this was America approaching the end of the 20th century,

America of the mask fad for women and the neo-cretan dress styles, America of your local radiation hospital of the endless war and the loyalty detected. In his bedroom in the thinkers foundation, Georg Helmut slammed. His educational sandman, purred, learnedly in his ear, droning tensor calculus through the night, filling the hours that used to hold man's formless fears and floating anxieties with the ridges

form and anchored shapes of mathematics. precisely at eight the side aerial alarm with all uh... shower ninety six point eight command under the soothing spray of the body temperature robo shower helmet to cut deep breath and cast his mind to the limits of the world and his knowledge it was a somewhat shadowy vision but he noted with the impartial approval

definitely less shadowy than yesterday morning Off, dry blast commence. Employing a rapid metal scanning technique, he cleared his memory chains of false associations, including those acquired while asleep. He felt the snap of clearing non-thalamic reasoning returning as the brain surged into clear, sharp control.