ADDRESS: CENTAURI by F. L. WALLACE Published by GALAXY PUBLISHING CORP. New York 14, New York A Galaxy Science Fiction Novel by special arrangement with Gnome Press Based on "Accidental Flight," copyright 1952 by Galaxy Publishing Corp. Published in book form by Gnome Press, copyright 1955 by F. L. Wallace. [Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Galaxy Science Fiction Novels_ are sturdy, inexpensive editions of choice works in this field, both original and reprint, selected by the editors of _Galaxy Science Fiction Magazine. Cover by Wallace A. Wood Printed in the U.S.A. by The Guinn Company New York 14, N. Y. Earth was too perfect for these extraordinary exiles--to belong to it, they had to flee it! 1 Light flickered. It was uncomfortably bright. Doctor Cameron gazed intently at the top of the desk. It wasn't easy to be diplomatic. "The request was turned over to the Medicouncil," he said. "I assure you it was studied thoroughly before it was reported back to the Solar Committee." Docchi edged forward, his face alight with anticipation. The doctor kept his eyes averted. The man was damnably disconcerting--had no right to be alive. In the depths of the sea there were certain creatures like him and on a warm summer evening there was still another parallel, but never any human with such an infirmity. "I'm afraid you know what the answer is. A flat no for the present." Docchi sagged and his arms hung limp. "That's the answer?" "It's not as hopeless as you think. Decisions can be changed. It won't be the first time." "Sure," said Docchi. "We'll wait and wait until it's finally changed. We've got centuries, haven't we?" His face was blazing. It had slipped out of control though he wasn't aware of it. Beneath the skin certain cells had been modified, there were substances in his body that the ordinary individual didn't have. And when there was an extreme flow of nervous energy the response was--light. His metabolism was akin to that of a firefly. Cameron meddled with buttons. It was impossible to keep the lighting at a decent level. Docchi was a nuisance. "Why?" questioned Docchi. "We're capable, you know that. How could they refuse?" That was something he didn't want asked because there was no answer both of them would accept. Sometimes a blunt reply was the best evasion. "Do you think they'd take you? Or Nona, Jordan, or Anti?"