In here- Kordov thrust them ahead of him.
Dard, brought face to face with what that cabin contained, knew a sudden repulsion. Those boxes, shelved in a metal rack they too closely resembled coffins! And the rack was full except for the bottommost box which awaited open on the floor.
Kordov pointed to it. Thats for you, Santee-built for a big boy. Youre lighter, Dard. Well fit you in on top over on the other side.
A second rack stood against the farther wall with four more of the coffins ready and waiting. Dard shivered, but it was not only imagination-disturbed nerves which roughened his skin, there was a chill in the air-coming from the open boxes.
Kordov explained. You go to sleep and then you freeze.
Santee chuckled. Just so you thaw us out again, Tas. I aint aimin to spend the rest of my life an icicle, so you brainy boys can prove somethin or other. Now what do we do climb in?
Strip first, ordered the First Scientist. And then you get a couple of shots.
He pulled along a small rolling tray-table on which were laid a series of hypodermics. Carefully he selected two, one filled with a red brown liquid, the other with a colorless substance.
As Dard fumbled at the fastenings of the torn uniform he still wore, Santee asked a question for them both.
An how do we wake up when the right time comes?
Got any alarms set in these contraptions?
Those three Kordov indicated the three lower coffins on the far rack, are especially fitted. Arranged to waken those inside, Kimber, Lui, and me, when the ship signals that it has reached the end of the course set, which will be when the instruments raise a sun enough like Sol to nourish earth-type planets. We feed that into her robot controls once we are free in space. During the voyage she may vary the pattern-to make evasion of meteors or for other reasons. But she will always come back on the set course, If we are close to a solar system when we are awakened, and Kimber has done everything possible to assure that, then we shall arouse any others needed to bring the ship down. Most of you wont be awakened until after we land-there isnt enough room.
Kordov shrugged, Who knows? No man has yet pioneered into the galaxy. It may be for generations.
Santee rolled his discarded clothing into a ball and waited stoically for Kordov to give him the shots. Then with a wave of one big fist he climbed into the coffin and lay down. Kordov made adjustments at either end. Icy air welled up in a freezing puff. Santees eyes closed as the First Scientist moved the lid into place before setting the three dials on the side Their pointers swung until the needles came to rest at the far end. Kordov pushed the box back onto the rack.
Now for you, he turned to Dard.
The top box lowered itself on two long arms from the top of the other rack. Dard discarded his last piece of clothing with a vast reluctance. Sure, he could understand the theory of this-what his brother had worked out for them. But the reality-to be frozen within a box-to go sightlessly, helplessly into the void-perhaps never to awake! With his teeth set hard he fought back the panic those thoughts churned up in him. And he was fighting so hard that the prick of the first injection came as a shock. He started, only to have Kordovs hand close as a vise upon his upper arm and hold him steady for the second.
Thats allin with you now, son. See you in another world.
Kordov was laughing, but Dards weak answering smile as he settled himself in the coffin had no humor in it. Because Kordov could be so very right. The cover was going on, he had an insane desire to scream out that he wasnt going to be shut in this way-that he wanted out, not only of the box, but of the whole crazy venture. But the lid was on now. It was coldso colddark-cold. This was space as man had always believed it would becold and dark-eternal cold and darkwithout end.
Book Two
ASTRA
1. AWAKENING
IT WAS WARM and there was a light, striking redly through Dards closed eyelids. The warmth was good, but he wanted to twist his head away from the demands of that light. To move but movement required an effort he had not yet the strength to make. It would be better to slip back into the pleasant darknessto sleep
A sharp stab of pain shook him out of that floating ease. Dard made a great effort and forced his eyelids up. Cloudy masses of color moved above him, sometimes changing position in quick jerks which removed them entirely from his area of vision. The cloudiness slowly disappeared and lines tightened, drew together. A face-vaguely familiar-hands which descended to his level of sight.
He became aware of the hands moving across his body and another prick of pain followed. There was sound-staccato bursts. Talking-talking-Dard willed his mouth to open, his tongue to move. But obedience came with agonizing slowness, as if those particular motions had not been made for a long, long time. How long? Long-? He began to remember, and his hands turned to feel for the confines of the coffin. But they met no barrier-he was no longer imprisoned in that box!
Drink up, kid
The words sorted themselves into coherent speech as he sucked on the tube which had been placed in his mouth. The drink was hot, warmth tingling inside him as well as without, driving the chill which had immobilized his muscles. Strangely he was drowsy again and this time the hands did not work to keep him conscious.
Thats right. Take it easywell be seeing you
That reassurance carried into sleep with him. It held through to his second awakening. This time he raised himself up and looked around. He had been stretched on a soft thick pad on the floor of the oddest room he had ever seen. Half lying in a cushioned chair swung on webbing was a dark-haired man, intent upon a wide screen set in the wall before him.
There were two more such seats, each before a board of controls. And Dard saw three more such floor mats as the one he rested upon, each equipped with a set of straps and buckles. He drew his feet up under him to sit cross-legged, while he studied the cabin and put together bits of recollection.
This could not be anything but the control cabin of the star ship. He was awake-had been aroused-which meant -! His hand went to his mouth in an involuntary gesture. Now he wanted to see what was on that screen his cabin companion watched. He must see!
But his body moved so slowly. Rusty joints-slack muscles. Why-he creaked! Hands and eyes told him that he was clothed. Though the cloth of the breeches and blouse was sleek and smooth, like no other fabric he had ever seen, colored in a mixture of brown and green. He put out the feet in their queer soft boots and inched forward to grab at the nearest swinging chair.
The watcher turned his head and smiled. It was Kimber -the same Kimber he had last seen on his way to this cabin on the night the voyage had begun. How long ago had that been?
Greetings! The pilot pointed to the chair beside his own. Sit downyou havent got your ships legs yet. Did you have good dreams?
Dard moved his tongue experimentally. Cant remember any, the words came out easily now-at least his voice hadnt rusted away, Where are we?
Kimber chuckled. Space only knows. But were near enough to a reasonable goal for the old girl to awake Kordov and me. Then we added you to the company-and will probably bring around a couple more before we land. See?
On the screen three specks of light dotted the dark glass.
Thats it, a new solar system, mboy! Luck-Lord, Lucks ridden on our rockets most of the way. That"-Kimber pointed to the largest of the dots-"that is a yellow sun, approximate temperature 11,000 degrees, approximate size-same as Sol. In fact, it could be Sols twin brother. And being Sols twin we can hope that one of its three planets is enough like Terra to make us welcome.