The Ion propelled itself powerfully through the void. Inside the craft, Rodney Blake’s arm reached out in a dramatic gesture of disclosure. Half a hundred thousand miles away hung a dusty, underripe peach. It was dim and hard to see, here where the sun’s light was diluted by five billion miles of space.
Ion“There she is, skipper,” he told his permanent partner, Ted Penton. “The only satellite of the Tenth World! Are we still going to investigate it?”
“We sure are. As long as we are this far out from the sun, we may as well see what’s seeable,” Penton answered firmly. “We have those new suits rigged with atomic-powered lifting gadgets, so that’ll protect us from the weight, if what our instruments say about that world’s true. I still don’t see how any member of this System could be so con
