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Mattern made it quite clear at the outset that _his_ boys were the
Really Important members of the expedition, and that we were simply
ballast. In a way, we had to agree. Tension was mounting once again
on our sadly disunited planet; there was no telling when the Other
Hemisphere would rouse from its quiescence of a hundred years and
decide to plunge once more into space. If anything of military value
lay out here, we knew we had to find it before They did.
The good old armaments race. Hi-ho! The old space stories used to talk
about expeditions from Earth. Well, we _were_ from Earth, abstractly
speaking--but in actuality we were from America, period. Global unity
was as much of a pipedream as it had been three hundred years earlier,
in the remote and primitive chemical-rocket era of space travel. Amen.
End of sermon. We got to work.
* * * * *
The planet had no name, and we didn't give it one; a special commission
of what was laughably termed the United Nations Organization was
working on the problem of assigning names to the hundreds of worlds
of the galaxy, using the old idea of borrowing from ancient Terran
mythologies in analogy to the Mercury-Venus-Mars nomenclature of our
own system.
Probably they would end up saddling this world with something like
Thoth or Bel-Marduk or perhaps Avalokitesvara. We knew it simply as
Planet Four of the system belonging to a yellow-white F5 IV Procyonoid
sun, Revised HD Catalog #170861.
It was roughly Earthtype, with a diameter of 6100 miles, a gravity
index of .93, a mean temperature of 45 degrees F. with a daily
fluctuation range of about ten degrees, and a thin, nasty atmosphere
composed mostly of carbon dioxide with wisps of helium and nitrogen
and the barest smidgeon of oxygen. Quite possibly the air had been
breathable by humanoid life a million years ago--but that was a million
years ago. We took good care to practice our breathing-mask drills
before we ventured out of the ship.
The sun, as noted, was an F5 IV and fairly hot, but Planet Four was a
hundred eighty-five million miles away from it at perihelion and a good
deal farther when it was at the other swing of its rather eccentric
orbit; the good old Keplerian ellipse took quite a bit of punishment
in this system. Planet Four reminded me in many ways of Mars--except
that Mars, of course, had never known intelligent life of any kind, at
least none that had troubled to leave a hint of its existence, while
this planet had obviously had a flourishing civilization at a time when
Pithecanthropus was Earth's noblest being.
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