Star-crossed? Worse than that! Even Earth
itself was hopelessly out of reach for these
landlocked space-travelers who lived in a—
World in a Bottle
By ALLEN KIM LANG
Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Galaxy Magazine October 1960.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Pouring sweat and breathing shallow, I burned east on U.S. Twenty at ninety miles an hour, wishing I could suck into my lungs some of the wind that howled across the windshield.
I heard the siren in my phones. I glanced out the left side of my helmet to find a blue-clad figure on a motorcycle looming up beside me, waving me toward the shoulder. A law-abider to the last gasp of asphyxia, I braked my little green beast over to the berm. The state cop angled his bike across my left headlamp and stalked back to where I sat, tugging a fat book of traffic-tickets out of his hip pocket.
"Unscrew that space-helmet, Sonny," he said. "You've just been grounded."