CHAPTER 11
"Atom City Express now arriving on track two!" The voice boomed over theloud-speaker system; and as the long, gleaming line of monorail carseased to a stop with a soft hissing of brakes, the three cadets of the_Polaris_ unit moved eagerly in that direction.
"Atom City, here we come," cried Astro.
"We and a lot of others with the same idea," said Tom. And, in fact,there were only a few civilians in the crowd pressing toward the cardoors. Uniforms predominated--the blue of the cadets, enlisted men inscarlet, even a few in the black and gold uniforms which identified theofficers of the Solar Guard.
"Personally," whispered Tom to his friends, "the first thing I want todo at Atom City is take a long walk--somewhere where I won't see asingle uniform."
"As for me," drawled Roger, "I'm going to find a stereo studio wherethey're showing a Liddy Tamal feature. I'll sit down in a front-row seatand just watch that girl act for about six hours."
He turned to Astro. "And how about you?"
"Why ... why ... I'll string along with you, Roger," said the cadet fromVenus. "It's been a long time since I've seen a--a--"
Tom and Roger laughed.
"A what?" teased Tom.
"A--a--girl," sputtered Astro, blushing.
"I don't believe it," said Roger in mock surprise. "I never--"
"Come on," interrupted Tom. "Time to get aboard."
They hurried across the platform and entered the sleek car. Inside theyfound seats together and sank into the luxurious chairs.
Astro sighed gently, stretched out his long legs and closed his eyesblissfully for a few moments.
"Don't wake me till we get started," he said.
"We already have," returned Tom. "Take a look."
Astro's eyes popped open. He glanced through the clear crystal glass atthe rapidly moving landscape.
"These express jobs move on supercushioned ball bearings," explainedTom. "You can't even feel it when you pull out of the station."
"Blast my jets!" marveled Astro. "I'd sure like to take a look at thepower unit on this baby."
"Even on a vacation, all this guy can think about is power!" grumbledRoger.
"How about building up our own power," suggested Tom. "It's a long haulto Atom City. Let's get a bite to eat."
"O.K. with me, spaceboy!" Astro grinned. "I could swallow a wholesteer!"
"That's a great idea, cadet," said a voice from behind them.
It came from a gray-haired man, neatly dressed in the black one-piecestylon suit currently in fashion, and with a wide red sash around hiswaist.
"Beg pardon, sir," said Tom, "were you speaking to us?"
"I certainly was," replied the stranger. "I'm asking you to be my guestsat dinner. And while I may not be able to buy your friend a whole steer,I'll gladly get him a piece of one."
"Hey," said Astro, "do you think he means it?"
"He seems to," replied Tom. He turned to the stranger. "Thanks verymuch, sir, but don't think Astro was just kidding about his appetite."
"I'm sure he wasn't." The gray-haired man smiled, and came over andstretched out his hand. "Then it's a deal," he said. "My name's JoeBernard."
"Bernard!" exclaimed Roger. He paled and glanced quickly at his twofriends, but they were too busy looking over their new friend to notice.
"Glad to know you, sir," said Tom. "I'm Tom Corbett. This is Astro, fromVenus. And over here is--"
"Roger's my name," the third cadet said quickly. "Won't you sit down,sir?"
"No use wasting time," said Bernard. "Let's go right into the diningcar." The cadets were in no mood to argue with him. They picked up thesmall microphones beside their chairs and sent food orders to thekitchen; and by the time they were seated in the dining car, theirorders were ready on the table.
Mr. Bernard, with a twinkle in his eye, watched them enjoy their food.In particular, he watched Astro.
"I warned you, sir," whispered Tom, as the Venusian went to work on hissecond steak.
"I wouldn't have missed this for anything," said Bernard. He smiled, lita cigar of fine Mercurian leaf tobacco and settled back comfortably.
"And now," he said, "let me explain why I was so anxious to have dinnerwith you. I'm in the import-export business. Ship to Mars, mostly. Butall my life I've wanted to be a spaceman."
"Well, what was the trouble, Mr. Bernard?" asked Roger.
The man in black sighed. "Couldn't take the acceleration, boys. Badheart. I send out more than five hundred cargoes a year, to all parts ofthe solar system; but myself, I've never been more than a mile off thesurface of the earth."
"It sure must be disappointing--to want to blast off, and know that youcan't," said Tom.
"I tried, once," said Bernard, with a rueful smile. "Yup! I tried." Hegazed thoughtfully out the window.
"When I was your age, about twenty, I wanted to get into Space Academyworse than anybody I'd ever met." He paused. "Except for one person. Aboyhood buddy of mine--named Kenneth--"
"Excuse me, sir," cut in Roger quickly, "but I think we'd better getback to our car. With this big liberty in front of us, we need a lot ofrest."
"But, Roger!" exclaimed Tom.
Bernard smiled. "I understand, Roger. Sometimes I forget that I'm an oldman. And when you've already tasted the excitement of space travel, talklike mine must seem rather dull." He stood up and faced the threecadets. "It's been very pleasant, Corbett, Astro, Roger. Now run alongand get your rest. I'll just sit here for a while and watch thescenery."
"Thank you, sir," said Tom, "for the dinner--your company--andeverything," he finished lamely.
There was a chorus of good-byes and the boys returned to their car. Butthere was little conversation now. Gradually, the lights in the carsdimmed to permit sleep. But Tom kept listening to the subdued click ofthe monorail--and kept wondering. Finally Roger, sleeping next to him,wakened for a moment.
"Roger," said Tom, "I want to ask you something."
"Wait'll the mornin'," mumbled Roger. "Wanta sleep."
"The way you acted with Bernard," Tom persisted. "You ate his dinner andthen acted like he was poison. Why was that, Roger?"
The other sat bolt upright. "Listen," he said. "Listen!" Then heslumped back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Lemme sleep, Corbett.Lemme sleep, I tell you." He turned his back and in a moment was makingsounds of deep slumber, but Tom felt sure that Roger was notasleep--that he was wide awake, with something seriously bothering him.
Tom leaned back and gazed out over the passing plains and up into thedeep black of space. The Moon was full, large and round. He coulddistinguish _Mare Imbrium_, the largest of Luna's flat plains visiblefrom Earth, where men had built the great metropolis of Luna City.Farther out in the deep blackness, he could see Mars, glowing like apale ruby. Before long he would be up there again. Before long he wouldbe blasting off in the _Polaris_ with Astro and with Roger--
Roger! Why had he acted so strangely at dinner?
Tom remembered the night he saw Roger in Galaxy Hall alone at night, andthe sudden flash on the field a few days before when they had won themercuryball game. Was there some reason behind his companion's strangeactions? In vain, Tom racked his brain to find the answer. There had tobe some explanation. Yet what could it possibly be? He tossed and turnedand worried and finally--comfortable as the monorail car was--he fellasleep from sheer exhaustion.
* * * * *
Atom City! Built of the clear crystal mined so cheaply on Titan, moon ofSaturn, Atom City had risen from a barren North American wasteland tobecome a show place of the universe. Here was the center of all spacecommunications--a proud city of giant crystal buildings. Here had beendeveloped the first slidewalks, air cars, three-dimensional stereos andhundreds of other ideas for better living.
And here at Atom City was the seat of the great Solar Alliance, housedin a structure which covered a quarter of a mile at its base and whichtowered three thousand noble feet into the sky.
The
three cadets stepped out of the monorail and walked across theplatform to a waiting air car--jet-powered, shaped like a teardrop andwith a clear crystal top.
"We want the best hotel in town," said Astro grandly to the driver.
"And get this speed bug outa here in a hurry," Roger told him. "There'sa lot we want to do."
The driver couldn't help smiling at the three cadets so obviouslyenjoying their first leave.
"We've got three top hotels," he said. "One's as good as the other.They're the Earth, the Mars and the Venus."
"The Earth," voted Tom.
"The Mars," shouted Roger.
"The _Venus_!" roared Astro.
"All right," said the driver with a laugh, "make up your minds."
"Which of 'em is nearest the center of the city?" Tom asked.
"The Mars."
"Then blast off for Mars!" ordered Tom, and the air car shot away fromthe station and moved up into the stream of expressway traffic fiftyfeet above the ground.
As the little car sped along the broad avenue, Tom remembered how often,as a boy, he'd envied the Space Cadets who'd come to his home town ofNew Chicago on leave. Now here _he_ was--in uniform, with a three-daypass, and all of Atom City to enjoy it in.
A few minutes later the air car stopped in front of the Mars Hotel. Thecadets saw the entrance loom before them--a huge opening, with ornateglass and crystal in many different colors.
They walked across the high-ceilinged lobby toward the desk. All aroundthem, the columns that supported the ceiling were made of the clearestcrystal. Their feet sank into soft, lustrous deep-pile rugs made ofVenusian jungle grass.
The boys advanced toward the huge circular reception desk where a prettygirl with red hair waited to greet them.
"May I help you?" she asked. She flashed a dazzling smile.
"You're a lucky girl," said Roger. "It just so happens you _can_ helpme. We'll have dinner together--just the two of us--and then we'll go tothe stereos. After which we'll--"
The girl shook her head sadly. "I can see your friend's got a bad caseof rocket shock," she said to Tom.
"That's right," Tom admitted. "But if you'll give us a triple room,we'll make sure he doesn't disturb anybody."
"Ah," said Roger, "go blow your jets!"
"I have a nice selection of rooms here on photo-slides if you'd care tolook at them," the girl suggested.
"How many rooms in this hotel, Beautiful?" asked Roger.
"Nearly two thousand," answered the girl.
"And you have photo-slides of all two thousand?"
"Why, yes," answered the girl. "Why do you ask?"
"You and Astro go take a walk, Corbett," said Roger with a grin. "I'llselect our quarters!"
"You mean," asked the girl, a little flustered, "you want to look at allthe slides?"
"Sure thing, Lovely!" said Roger with a lazy smile.
"But--but that would take three hours!"
"Exactly my idea!" said Roger.
"Just give us a nice room, Miss," said Tom, cutting in. "And pleaseexcuse Manning. He's so smart, he gets a little dizzy now and then.Have to take him over to a corner and revive him." He glanced at Astro,who picked Roger up in his arms and walked away with him as though hewere a baby.
"Come on, you space Romeo!" said Astro.
"Hey--ouch--hey--lemme go, ya big ape. You're killing your best friend!"Roger twisted around in Astro's viselike grasp, to no avail.
"Space fever," explained Tom. "He'll be O.K. soon."
"I think I understand," said the girl with a nervous smile.
She handed Tom a small flashlight. "Here's your photoelectric light keyfor room 2305 F. That's on the two hundred thirtieth floor."
Tom took the light key and turned toward the slidestairs where Astro washolding Roger firmly, despite his frantic squirming.
"Hey, Tom," cried Roger, "tell this Venusian ape to let me go!"
"Promise to behave yourself?" asked Tom.
"We came here to have fun, didn't we?" demanded Roger.
"That doesn't mean getting thrown out of the hotel because you've got tomake passes at every beautiful girl."
"What's the matter with beautiful girls?" growled Roger. "They'reofficial equipment, like a radar scanner. You can't get along withoutthem!"
Tom and Astro looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Come on, you jerk," said Astro, "let's get washed up. I wanta take awalk and get something to eat. I'm hungry again!"
An hour later, showered and dressed in fresh uniforms, the _Polaris_crew began a tour of the city. They went to the zoo and saw dinosaurs, atyrannosaurus, and many other monsters extinct on Earth millions ofyears ago, but still breeding in the jungles of Tara. They visited thecouncil chamber of the Solar Alliance where delegates from the majorplanets and from the larger satellites, such as Titan of Saturn,Ganymede of Jupiter, and Luna of Earth made the laws for thetri-planetary league. The boys walked through the long halls of theAlliance building, looking at the great documents which had unified thesolar system.
They reverently inspected original documents of the Universal Bill ofRights and the Solar Constitution, which guaranteed basic freedoms ofspeech, press, religion, peaceful assembly and representativegovernment. And even brash, irrepressible Roger Manning was awestruck asthey tiptoed into the great Chamber of the Galactic Court, where thesupreme judicial body of the entire universe sat in solemn dignity.
Later, the boys visited the Plaza de Olympia--a huge fountain, filledwith water taken from the Martian Canals, the lakes of Venus and theoceans of Earth, and ringed by a hundred large statues, each onesymbolizing a step in mankind's march through space.
But then, for the Space Cadets, came the greatest thrill of all--a tripthrough the mighty Hall of Science, at once a museum of past progressand a laboratory for the development of future wonders.
Thousands of experiments were being conducted within this crystalpalace, and as Space Cadets, the boys were allowed to witness a few ofthem. They watched a project which sought to harness the solar rays moreeffectively; another which aimed to create a new type of fertilizer forMars, so people of that planet would be able to grow their own food intheir arid deserts instead of importing it all from other worlds. Otherscientists were trying to adapt Venusian jungle plants to grow on otherplanets with a low oxygen supply; while still others, in the medicalfield, sought for a universal antibody to combat all diseases.
Evening finally came and with it time for fun and entertainment. Tiredand leg weary, the cadets stepped on a slidewalk and allowed themselvesto be carried to a huge restaurant in the heart of Atom City.
"Food," exulted Astro as the crystal doors swung open before them."Smell it! Real, honest-to-gosh food!" He rushed for a table.
"Hold it, Astro," shouted Tom. "Take it easy."
"Yeah," added Roger. "It's been five hours since your last meal--notfive weeks!"
"Meal!" snorted the Venusian cadet. "Call four spaceburgers a meal? Andanyway, it's been six hours, not five."
Laughing, Tom and Roger followed their friend inside. Luckily, theyfound a table not far from the door, where Astro grabbed the microphoneand ordered his usual tremendous dinner.
The three boys ate hungrily as course after course appeared on themiddle of the table, via the direct shaft from the kitchen. So absorbedwas Manning that he did not notice the approach of a tall dark young manof about his own age, dressed in the red-brown uniform of the PassengerSpace Service. But the young man, who wore a captain's high-billed hat,suddenly caught sight of Roger.
"Manning," he called, "what brings you here?"
"Al James!" cried Roger and quickly got up to shake hands. "Of all theguys in the universe to show up! Sit down and have a bite with us."
The space skipper sat down. Roger introduced him to Tom and Astro. Therewas a round of small talk.
"Whatever made you become a Space Cadet, Roger?" asked James finally.
"Oh, you know how it is," said Roger. "You can get used to anyth
ing."
Astro almost choked on a mouthful of food. He shot a glance at Tom, whoshook his head as though warning him not to speak.
James grinned broadly. "I remember how you used to talk back home. TheSpace Cadets were a bunch of tin soldiers trying to feel important. TheAcademy was a lot of space gas. I guess, now, you've changed your mind."
"Maybe I have," said Roger. He glanced uneasily at his two friends, butthey pretended to be busy eating. "Maybe I have." Roger's eyes narrowed,his voice became a lazy drawl. "At that it's better'n being a man in amonkey suit, with nothing to do but impress the passengers and orderaround the crew."
"Wait a minute," said James. "What kind of a crack is that?"
"No crack at all. Just the way I feel about you passenger gents whodon't know a rocket tube from a ray-gun nozzle."
"Look, Manning," returned James. "No need to get sore, just because youcouldn't do any better than the Space Cadets."
"Blast off," shouted Roger, "before I fuse your jets."
Tom spoke up. "I think you'd better go, Captain."
"I've got six men outside," sneered the other. "I'll go when I'm ready."
"You're ready now," spoke up Astro. He stood up to his full height. "Wedon't want any trouble," the cadet from Venus said, "but we're notbraking our jets to get away from it, either."
James took a good look at Astro's powerful frame. Without another wordhe walked away.
Tom shook his head. "That pal of yours is a real Space Cadet fan, isn'the, Roger?"
"Yeah," said Astro. "Just like Manning is himself."
"Look," said Roger. "Look, you guys--" He hesitated, as though intendingto say something more, but then he turned back to his dinner. "Goon--finish your food," he growled. He bent over his plate and atewithout lifting his eyes. And not another word was spoken at the tableuntil a young man approached, carrying a portable teleceiver screen.
"Pardon me," he said. "Is one of you Cadet Tom Corbett?"
"Why--I am," acknowledged Tom.
"There's a call for you. Seems they've been trying to reach you all overAtom City." He placed the teleceiver screen on the table, plugged itinto a floor socket and set the dials.
"Hope's there's nothing wrong at home," said Tom to his friends. "Mylast letter from Mom said Billy was messing around with a portable atomreactor and she was afraid he might blow himself up."
A picture began to take shape on the screen. "Migosh," said Astro. "It'sCaptain Strong."
"It certainly is," said the captain's image. "Having dinner, eh, boys?Ummmm--those baked shrimps look good."
"They're terrific," said Astro. "Wish you were here."
"Wish you could stay there," said Captain Strong.
"Oh, no!" moaned Astro. "Don't tell me!"
"Sorry, boys," came the voice from the teleceiver. "But that's it.You've got to return to the Academy immediately. The whole cadet corpshas been ordered into space for special maneuvers. We blast off tomorrowmorning at six hundred."
"But, sir," objected Tom, "we can't get a monorail until morning!"
"This is an official order, Corbett. So you have priority over allcivilian transportation." The Solar Guard captain smiled. "I've tied upa whole bank of teleceivers in Atom City searching for you. Get back toSpace Academy fast--commandeer an air car if you must, but be here bysix hundred hours!" The captain waved a cheery good-bye and the screenwent dark.
"Space maneuvers," breathed Astro. "The real thing."
"Yeah," agreed Tom. "Here we go!"
"Our first hop into deep space!" said Roger. "Let's get out of here!"