She was just a blob of metal, but she had emotions like any woman. She, too, wanted ROMANCE, and wasn't coy about running after her "guy".
e forward telescope, became suddenly excited. Dashing from the telescope to the chart table he began scribbling figures, ignoring our queries as to what was wrong. After fifteen minutes of figuring he straightened up, a worried frown on his face.
Muttering, "I was afraid of that," he brushed by us to the control booth and slammed the door behind him. A half-hour later he came out and again went to the telescope. Glancing through it, he made adjustments and then read them. Dashing back to the table he again scribbled some figures. When he had finished he stood there, his head bowed, staring at them. Then he looked up at our faces and said solemnly, "What I have been fearing in the back of my mind has happened. The tellecarbon no longer responds to mental suggestion. It has taken over control of the ship itself and, judging from our present course, we aren't going to ever get to Mars."
"What do you mean?" Lahoma asked.
"I mean," Jud answered slowly, "that at present we have a velocity great
A strange little story about the accidental discovery of a hydrocarbon that responds to thoughts by getting lighter, heavier, or being repelled by gravity. The scientists naturally build a space ship around the stuff, and take off to fly to Mars.
But the stuff doesn't just respond to thoughts, it has thoughts of its own, and it propels the ship.
The characters are pretty flat, and the plot is predictable, but the story has a good heart.