Astronauts -- Fiction; Experiments -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories
That day, the test had consisted of the "puncturing" of the capsule.
At a given signal, the pressure inside it had been reduced to that of
fifty miles above the Earth's surface--in other words, to zero--by
pumping out the air inside it. Richardson, the ace of the astronauts,
had been chosen for this important test.
It had gone well. With the other scientists at their dials, Snow,
seated at the big console of literally dozens of dials, the only one to
be connected with Richardson by sound and speech, had given the signal.
In a minute, the capsule had become a vacuum fifty miles above the
surface of the Earth, outside its envelope of atmosphere.
Richardson's voice, reading his instruments, acknowledging Snow's
instructions, answering his questions, had come through as normal
and as calm as ever. Snow had felt a rising excitement as the test
proceeded.
And then, without warning, the thing had happened. Richardson's voice
had stopped in the middle of an instrument reading, as if it had
suddenly been cut off. A few seconds later, it had resumed. But when
it did so, the voice was uttering a stream of unintelligible sounds
in a low, lilting chant. Snow had listened incredulously for perhaps
thirty seconds, at the end of which the sounds had suddenly ceased.
Immediately, Snow had given instructions for the normal pressure inside
the capsule to be restored. Almost as he had done so, Richardson's
voice, once again normal, had resumed the reading of the instruments,
taking up from where it had left off a minute before.
Acting on a sudden impulse. Snow had decided to say nothing over the
wire to Richardson at the time. He had continued his conversation with
the astronaut, telling him they were "bringing him down" and asking the
usual questions until the test ended.
* * * * *
When, with the others, he had stood around watching while Richardson
was helped out of his spacesuit, he had carefully watched their faces,
looking for some sign of doubt or puzzlement. But he saw none. On the
contrary, they all seemed triumphantly satisfied. Even Richardson had
shown no sign that anything unusual had occurred. He had been his usual
cheerful self, seeming not even slightly fatigued by the long test.
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