Stranger from the Stars
Stranger from the StarsCarlin was the only one of the four hundred passengers on the “Larkoom” who hated the starship and everything about it.
He was bored with the vessel and everyone aboard. A pack of chattering idiots! For the hundredth time since leaving Canopus, he told himself that he was a monumental fool to let that psychotherapist talk him into this crazy trip.
A blond girl from Altair Four came tripping along the deck and favored Laird Carlin with the bright smile that all the younger feminine tourists had practised on the tall, dark, dour-looking young man.
“Oh, Mr, Carlin, the annunciators just said that we’re only eight hours from Sol. By night, we’ll be on Earth! Isn’t it thrilling?”
“Just what is thrilling about it?” Carlin asked sourly.
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