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First Contact
TOMMY DORT WENT into the captain’s room with his last pair of stereophotos and said:
“I’m through, sir. These are the last two pictures I can take.”
He...
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file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Murray%20Leinster%20-%20First%20Contact.txt
First Contact
TOMMY DORT WENT into the captain’s room with his last pair of stereophotos and said:
“I’m through, sir. These are the last two pictures I can take.”
He handed over the photographs and looked with professional interest at the visiplates
which showed all space outside the ship. Subdued, deep-red lighting indicated the controls and
such instruments as the quartermaster on duty needed for navigation of the spaceship Lianvabon.
There was a deeply cushioned control chair. There was the little gadget of oddly angled
mirrors—remote descendant of the back-view mirrors of twentieth-century motorists—which allowed a
view of all the visiplates without turning the head. And there were the huge plates which were so
much more satisfactory for a direct view of space.
The Lianvabon was a long way from home. The plates, which showed every star of visual
magnitude and could be stepped up to any desired mag
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