THE VIOLATORS
By EANDO BINDER
Some wonderful odds and ends of Mother Earth
had escaped the fiery incinerator of Time. And
the most significant of all—metallic, angular
and ancient—Lem Starglitter Blake carried
proudly in his dirty old prospector's bag.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Fall 1954.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
He was excited, the little man with the big find.
He drove his battered old space tub down at the world which lay frozen over and lifeless since long ago. But not completely abandoned. Far from it.
He joined the long line of ships making the pilgrimage to the ancient, original home of the human race. Below lay a transparent dome, the largest Z-model of 100,000 capacity, into whose ample entry locks the ships filed down, one by one. Some had to circle, waiting their turn. He licked his lips impatiently. At times he grinned and savored the delay, in view of what lay ahead.