[Illustration] _The body tanks had to be replenished and the ship had to be serviced--and the crew was having a Lotus dream in its bed of protoplasm. But Kelly knew how to arouse them...._ _Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly?_ By Kenneth O'Hara Illustrated by Paul Orban The Crew pulsed with contentment, and its communal singing brought a pleasant kind of glow that throbbed gently in the control room. "'Has anybody here seen Kelly ... K-E-double-L-Y?'" "Shut up and dig my thought!" Kelly's stubborn will insisted. "I'm going on out for a while!" The delicate loom of the Crew's light pattern increased its frequency a little and the song stopped. "Better not," the Crew said. "But why not?" "No need." "We could be running into something bad," Kelly thought. "No danger now, Kelly. Checking the ship is just a waste of time." "How can you waste what you have so damn much of?" Kelly thought. "Do not leave us again, Kelly. We love you and you are the most interesting part of the Crew when you're with it." "The ship ought to be checked. Our bodies ought to be looked at." "We know there is no danger any more, Kelly. Do not go. There are so many interesting experiences we have not even begun to share yet. We are only half way through your life and we have not even started to experience your impressions of your colorful and complex Earth culture. And we have not even started on the adult lives of Lakrit or Lljub. Come back with your Crew, Kelly." "But no one's checked the ship for over a year!" "Please do not worry about the ship, Kelly. In fifty years nothing has gone wrong. We can trust the ship thoroughly now, it will take care of us." "_It_ will take care of _us_! That's a helluva way to look at it!" "There can be no danger now, Kelly. In fifty years we have encountered every conceivable danger, every imaginable kind of world or possible menace." "Have we?" Kelly thought. "Every danger from outside maybe, and I'm not even sure of that. But how about danger from inside?" "Inside?" "Us. How about apathy for instance? Apathy's a real danger. You talk about this space-can like it was a big metal mother! Listen, I'm supposed to see that this tub holds together. At least until we get back somewhere near enough to the Solar system so we'll feel we've been somewhere else!" "But, Kelly--" "I'm getting out for a while, I tell you!" "All right," the Crew sighed. The light loom faded a bit, down to a self-indulgent glow. "Hurry back to us, Kelly." "I'll give some thought to it." So Kelly concentrated on the increasingly painful and difficult task of tearing his consciousness free of the big glob of protoplasm in the tank, and getting it back into his body that hibernated in the bunkroom. As usual the switch was too painful. It stretched and stretched and finally snapped in an all too familiar explosion of shocking light. * * * * *