Science fiction; Short stories; Space ships -- Fiction; War stories
Strike turned to Ivy Hendricks. "Well, Captain Hendricks, this is some
gadget you have dreamed up out of your Project Warp," he breathed
shakily. "At least the fat's out of the fire for the time being...."
Ivy looked out of the port and back with a shudder. "I hope so, Strike.
I hope so."
They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.
* * * * *
The second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the
alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other
side of the barrier.
The ship's tactical astrophysicist brought in some disturbing reports
on the stars that shone brightly all around her. They fitted the
accepted classifications in all particulars ... except one. And that
one had the scientist tearing his hair. The mass of every observable
body except the ship herself was practically non-existent. Even the two
planetary systems discovered by the electron telescope flouted their
impossible lack of mass.
Ivy suggested that since the _Cleopatra_ and her crew were no part of
this alien cosmos, no prime-space instruments could detect the errant
mass. Like a microscopic bull in a gargantuan china shop, the Tellurian
warship existed under a completely different set of physical laws than
did the heavenly bodies of this strange space.
It was pure conjecture, but it seemed well supported by the observable
facts. The hull continued to glow with its unnatural witchfire, and
soon disturbing reports were coming in from the Damage Control section
that the thickness of the outer hull was actually being reduced.
The rate was slow, and there was no immediate danger, but it was
nevertheless unnerving to realize that Lover-Girl was being dissolved
by _something_. Also, the outside Geigs recorded a phenomenal amount
of short radiation emanating _from the ship herself_. The insulation
kept most of it from penetrating, but tests showed that the strange
radiation's source was the glow that clung stubbornly to the spacer's
skin.
A tense week passed and then the ship neared the spot where a
change over to prime-space could be effected. According to Bayne's
calculations, 40 Eridani C would be within 40,000,000 miles of them
when the ship emerged from hyper space.
And then the Radar section picked up the planetoids. Millions of them,
large and small, lay in a globular cluster dead ahead. They spread out
in all directions for more than half a parsec ... dull, rocky little
worlds without a gram of detectable mass.
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