PLANET IN REVERSE
By HENRY GUTH
On that insanely jumbled world, their love
was a solid fact. Yet he could only stare
helplessly as she sobbed out on his shoulder,
"Dleif emit desrever senutpen morf em evas!"
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Spring 1948.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Communication with Earth was out. Completely. Radio deader than a vacuum.
Darrel Bond allowed himself a grin. The fleet admiral had warned him against straying off the freight lanes. Had, in fact, threatened to break him down to a button-pusher if he did it again. That was a laugh! Button-pusher! What was he now, if not a button-pusher?
In the old days, space piloting had been something—a thrill and a challenge. But now—buttons! Ships so automatic that he seemed to just go along for the ride. One man controlling a million-ton ship where it used to require a crew of fifteen or twenty. A lonely, boring business.