Honeymoon In Hell

Countdown for blast off. X-5, 4, 3, 2, X-1, fire. From the far horizons of the unknown, come 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 Science Fiction magazine, The night, the time is the late 1960s, the place, Washington, DC, the story, honeymoon in hell.

My name is Tomadee. I'm a Grade 1 cybernetics man at Western Alliance headquarters in the Pentagon. Used to be a rocket pilot, but they retired me at 27 after I made the third successful flight to the moon.

Here's a grade one cybernetic operator I get to work with Junior. Let me tell you about Junior. He was built in 1962 and he's the world's finest electronic brain with a possible exception of Ivan, the Eastern Alliance brain which was built on stolen plans and modeled after Junior.

The only foreman in the country permitted in the same room was Junior because the data we feed him is so secret. One of those four is the president of the Western Alliance. the other three on myself, Charlie Maisins and the chief.

Yes, Steve. Have you got Junior running a problem? Well, I just fed him the hourly data for probability of H. bomb war with the Eastern Alliance. And he's ready. Hold it. According to the data just received, the probability of a hot war between the Western and the Eastern Alliance is 99.930 in favor of such a war breaking out within the next

month. Doesn't sound good, Chief. We'll now scramble the data and send it to the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Meanwhile, here's the priority. See civilian problem to run off. Now, what's this? Well, it seems on September 17, the statistician in the birth record department of New York City, noticed that out of 813 births reported that day, 657 had been girls, and only 156