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Space Platform by Murray Leinster

Space platform by murray leinster Chapter 1 There wasnt anything underneath but clouds, and there wasnt anything overhead but sky. Joe Kenmore looked out the plane window past the copilots shoulder. He stared ahead to where the sky and cloud bank joinedit was many miles awayand tried to picture the job before him. Back in the cargo space of the plane there were four big crates. They.

Contained the pilot gyros for the most important object then being built on earth, and it wouldnt work properly without them. It was Joes job to take that highly specialized, magnificently precise machinery to its destination, help to install it, and see to its checking after it was installed. He felt uneasy. Of course the pilot and copilotthe only two other people on the transport planeknew their stuff. Every imaginable precaution would be taken to make sure that a critically essential.

Device like the pilot gyro assembly would get safely where it belonged. it would beit was beingtreated as if it were a crate of eggs instead of massive metal, smoothed and polished and lapped to a precision practically unheard of. But just the same Joe was worried. Hed seen the pilot gyro assembly made. Hed helped on it. He knew how many times a thousandth of an inch had been split in machining its bearings, and the breathweight balance of its moving parts. Hed have liked to be back in the cargo compartment with it,.

But only the pilots cabin was pressurized, and the ship was at eighteen thousand feet, flying west by south. He tried to get his mind off that impulse by remembering that at eighteen thousand feet a good half of the air on Earth was underneath him, and by hoping that the other half would be as easy to rise above when the gyros were finally in place and starting out for space. The gyros, of course, were now on their way to be installed in the artificial satellite.

To be blasted up and set in an orbit around the earth as the initial stage of that figurative stepladder by which men would make their first attempt to reach the stars. Until that Space Platform left the ground, the gyros were Joes responsibility. The planes copilot leaned back in his chair and stretched luxuriously. He loosened his safety belt and got up. He stepped carefully past the column between the right and lefthand pilot seats. That column contained a fraction of the innumerable dials and controls the.

Pilots of a modern multiengine plane have to watch and handle. the copilot went to the coffeepot and flipped a switch. Joe fidgeted again on his improvised seat. Again he wished that he could be riding in back with the crates. But it would be silly to insist on perching somewhere in the freight compartment. There was a steady roaring in the cabinthe motors. Ones ears got accustomed to it, and by now the noise sounded as if it were heard through cushions. Presently the coffeepot.

Bubbled, unheard. the copilot lighted a cigarette. then he drew a paper cup of coffee and handed it to the pilot. The pilot seemed negligently to contemplate some dozens of dials, all of which were duly duplicated on the righthand, copilots side. The copilot glanced at Joe. Coffee? Thanks, said Joe. He took the paper cup.

The copilot said: everything okay with you? Im all right, said Joe. He realized that the copilot felt talkative. He explained: Those crates Im traveling with. The family firms been working on that machinery for months. It was finished with the final grinding done practically with feather dusters. I cant help worrying about it. There was four months work in just lapping the shafts and balancing rotors. We made a telescope mounting once, for an observatory in South.

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