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This is Relic Radio. Sci Fi Old Time Radio Science fiction stories from relicradio.com Countdown for Blast Off. X/5. 4. 3. 2. X minus 1. Fire. From the far horizons of the unknown. Come transcribed Tales of new dimensions in time and space. These are stories of the future. Adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with street and Smith Publishers of Astounding Science Fiction presents. Heck. Heck. Heck. Heck minus one. Tonight's story called Equations. There is no margin of safety along the rim of a frontier. There can't be any until the way is made for those who come later. Until then. The penalty for mistakes is a grim one. The laws of physical nature operate with irrevocable certainty with no room for mercy, kindness or sentimentality. In space, life becomes a cold equation. And the equal sign is often followed by death. I know. I'm the pilot of an eds. Come in. You set for me, Commander? Yes. Sit down, Barton. We just got an ed from the territorial space station on Woden. Woden? That's in the Crab Nebula, isn't it? That's right. There are two exploration parties there on Manning's continent. Eight men each. They've got cala fever in one of them and no serum. Oh, and I thought this was going to be a nice quiet passenger run. Computers are working out your payload and your course right now. In exactly 10 minutes, we'll drop in a normal space and launch your ship. I'll get her ready. One thing. What's that? Woden is at the maximum pay limit for an eds. Figuring the weight of the serum will be able to give you just enough fuel to land on Manning's continent if you make it the first pass. Otherwise you'll burn out in midair. Standard procedure. Report to launching control. Right. Good luck, Barton. Thanks. Oh, by the way. Yes? When can I expect to be picked up? We'll make a stop on the run back to Earth sometime next year. You'll be notified by radio. Okay. Sorry we can't make it sooner. That's what happens when you sign on for EDS work. I'll see you next year, Commander. Down in the belly of the stardust, the crew was working like beavers to get the eds the emergency dispatch ship ready. Mechanics and technicians were swarming all over the place. Girls in inspectors uniforms were checking the gauges in the supply cabinets. Nine minutes later, the exact course was in the computer. The serum was stowed in my supply cabinet Closet and Little Eds 4G3 was ready to be born into space, Martin? Yes, sir. 30 seconds to blast off. All set? All set. I'm turning you over to traffic. Ready, Traffic control. Come in, EDS. 4G3 ready. 20 seconds. Lock open. 15 seconds. Space drive on. Space drive on. 10 seconds. Gravity neutralizer on. Neutralizer on. 5 seconds. 4, 3, 2, 1. Blast off. I don't remember how long it was afterwards that I first noticed something wrong. Maybe an hour, maybe two. There was nothing to show it except the needle and the heat gauge. It was on zero when we left the Stardust. And now I noticed that it had crept up toward the 30 mark. That meant something inside the ship was radiating heat. That something was in the supply closet. And it was alive. All right. Come out, whoever or whatever you are. If you don't come out in five seconds, I'm going to blast you. One, two. Well, I'll be.
