"I want to get in a good supply of stories," I said, and got up, picking up the Rigel IV manuscript. The machine was silent so I made a dash for the door.
Several months have gone by since I sold that first story to a science fiction magazine. At top rates, too. I've sold dozens of others since then, and my pen-names are getting to be what the editors call "Top Favorites".
I'm sitting in my room now—a penthouse apartment, thank you—surrounded by a lavish library of classic Earth literature. Reggie—that's what I call my collaborator on Rigel IV—is just finishing a new science fiction epic. Then it will be my turn to write—I think I'll give him some Dumas today.
How long can this last? Reggie is on vacation you know. And I've since discovered that a Rigel IV vacation is equivalent to a hundred Earth years. Which should keep me in champagne and caviar as long as the earth classics hold out.
So what's all this got to do with you? A good question and one I don't mind answering since you won't believe it anyway.
Where do you think all the stories in IMAGINATION—and other magazines—have been coming from!