The Reluctant Heroes

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's Science Fiction magazine, presents dusting Tonight, the Reluctant Heroes by Frank M. Robinson Only Chapman was awake. The others beastish on bunks twenty inches wide with plurrens of twenty four inches

between layers. They breathed heavily, taking an air that had been breathed for eighteen months, subject to certain modifications to remove carbon dioxide and replenish oxygen by the catalytic action of the Harkort King Unit on Silicon Dioxide.

Outside the single-courtside port, the lunar dawn was breaking. The dead black shadows moved across the crater as the green haze of Earthlight gave way to the blinding fight of the sun. The telegraph key, which linked the research bunker to the space station in orbit around Earth, chattered as Chapman copied the message into the log path.

Now pigs I... These are a bone-nope, good. What do they want? They want me to stay until the next relief ship lands. Go back to sleep. It's my turn for breakfast.

I'm gonna stay. Sure, three years on the moon they figure I'll be glad to stay for more. I just raised my salary and give me a bonus. Every man has his price. They probably figure I like it in.

The chap, you found a home here on the moon. Sure. Can coffee can beans can pills and can't air to their insides feel like they're plated with tin The little scientific home of tomorrow Ten steps in any direction a charming place where you can't take a shower You can't brush your teeth and your insides don't even work right. Why did you tell them? No