Transcript
William Conrad (0:01)
Relic Radio. This is Relic Radio. Sci Fi, Old time Radio. Science fiction stories from relicradio.com.
Ray Bradbury (0:32)
And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, Suspense. Tonight we depart from the usual to bring you a play from one of the greatest authors of science fiction, Mr. Ray Bradbury. It is the story of a last voyage in a spaceship and the six men who took it so. Now, starring Mr. William Conrad, here is tonight's suspense play, Kaleidoscope. She was a spaceship cargo carrier, seven years old, with over a million and a half miles lost in her wake. Within her metallic skin was the world of the crew. An atom of life surrounded by a vast expanse of nothingness. The ship and the crew were owned by the company, a third class vessel operated by third class personnel. And each of us hoping that in our day would come promotion to second class. Or even the first and the great hush passenger liners, which were also owned by the company. The company ran everything. There wasn't anyone else to work for. And you accepted what was given not gratefully, but with hope. There were 19 of us to begin with on a routine voyage. Our cargo, seasoned lumber. I was at control on the secondary. Art Stone navigating on the nose. Good. Control. Bearing mark, Captain. Right, Hollis. Where's the captain? In his cabin. On the bottle again. Why didn't you ask him? I don't have to, Stoney. I can smell him all the way out. You want something, Applegate? Sea tube's glowing again. It isn't showing on the indicator. I can't help that. Wait a minute, Captain. Control. Yeah, Applegate, report. C2 blowing, sir. Oh, it doesn't show on the indicator, sir. All right, I'll be right there. And what was the idea that. What? Telling him it didn't show. You trying to lash me up? You better keep check on that tube. He's giving orders. I am more than you, friend. Ah, come on, Applegate. I don't want to blow up. I've got two weeks of pay coming when we get back. Yeah. Give me a power check, will you? Sure. Something must be haywire with the indicator. Get it straightened out, Hollis. She's not firing in sequence, sir. Heating up, too. Let me see. I don't like this. Rockets. This is the captain, Simpson, sir. It's D tube, I think. Eating the others, too.
William Conrad (3:10)
Block off frozen.
Ray Bradbury (3:11)
Use emergency standby. Come on, come on. Control, Apple Gate. Emergency doesn't answer.
William Conrad (3:24)
It's getting too hot.
Ray Bradbury (3:25)
Maybe it'll answer from here, sir. Apple Gate, get your men out of there. Stand by to abandon. Going, sir. Till I found the alarm. Yes? This is the captain. This is the Captain. Get into your suit. You got about two minutes, maybe less. Get into your suit. The ship is going to explode. Get into your suit. Abandon. Imagine. Get in your suit. Get in your suit. The concussion cut the spaceship up the side like a giant can opener. Those of us who weren't immediately killed were thrown into space like wriggling silverfish scattered into a dark sea. And the ship, in a million pieces, went on. A meteor swarmed, seeking a lost son.
