Sequel

by Ben Smith

SEQUEL

BY BEN SMITH

ILLUSTRATED BY BERWIN

Jubil had had his chance. But he'd washed out of
the Academy while his friends went on to greatness—and
to death. He'd missed the boat at every turn.
But now there were no turns left, with raw space
around him and death waiting on a lonely asteroid....

[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Rocket Stories, July 1953.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

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Jubil drifted slowly, alone except for the phosphorescent star shine that filtered through the face-plate of his suit. He was resting, conserving the oxygen that hissed steadily and quietly through the valve near his neck. It was time for peace; there had been too much violence already.

Once, as his body continued its involuntary and aimless turning, Jubil saw the dark hull of the Mercury II, the outer access door firmly closed now and the stern beginning to fluoresce with the secondary radiation that betokened the firing of the drives. Still, Jubil could feel no anger at Radik.