And what would happen if it didn't.
The surrogate, her eyes blazing with passion, leaped for him. Garvey gripped the revolver in both shaking hands and began shooting. The noise was deafening. He fired three times, and the surrogate kept on coming.
"Stop!" Garvey screamed. "Please stop!"
Slower now, the surrogate advanced.
Garvey fired his fourth shot. Limping now, the surrogate came on, her desire unchecked.
Garvey backed to the wall. All he wanted now was to live long enough to get his hands on the factory operator. The surrogate gathered herself and pounced.
At point-blank range, Garvey fired his last shot.
Three days later, Garvey's ship received clearance and came down at Boston Spaceport. The landing was not made with Garvey's usual skill. On the final approach he scored a ten-foot hole in the reinforced concrete landing pit, but finally came to rest.
Eddie Starbuck hurried out to the ship and banged on the port. "Ralph! Ralph!"