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"
Hinkston
,
Lustig
,
I
could
be
either
of
your
fathers
.
I
’
m
just
eighty
years
old
.
Born
in
1920
in
Illinois
,
and
through
the
grace
of
God
and
a
science
that
,
in
the
last
fifty
years
,
knows
how
to
make
some
old
men
young
again
,
here
I
am
on
Mars
,
not
any
more
tired
than
the
rest
of
you
,
but
infinitely
more
suspicious
.
This
town
out
here
looks
very
peaceful
and
cool
,
and
so
much
like
Green
Bluff
,
Illinois
,
that
it
frightens
me
.
It
’
s
too
much
like
Green
Bluff
.
"
He
turned
to
the
radioman
.
"
Radio
Earth
.
Tell
them
we
’
ve
landed
.
That
’
s
all
.
Tell
them
we
’
ll
radio
a
full
report
tomorrow
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
Captain
Black
looked
out
the
rocket
port
with
his
face
that
should
have
been
the
face
of
a
man
eighty
but
seemed
like
the
face
of
a
man
in
his
fortieth
year
.
"
Tell
you
what
we
’
ll
do
,
Lustig
;
you
and
I
and
Hinkston
’
ll
look
the
town
over
.
The
other
men
’
ll
stay
aboard
.
If
anything
happens
they
can
get
the
hell
out
.
A
loss
of
three
men
’
s
better
than
a
whole
ship
.
If
something
bad
happens
,
our
crew
can
warn
the
next
rocket
.
That
’
s
Captain
Wilder
’
s
rocket
,
I
think
,
due
to
be
ready
to
take
off
next
Christmas
.
if
there
’
s
something
hostile
about
Mars
we
certainly
want
the
next
rocket
to
be
well
armed
.
"
"
So
are
we
.
We
’
ve
got
a
regular
arsenal
with
us
.
"
"
Tell
the
men
to
stand
by
the
guns
then
.
Come
on
,
Lustig
,
Hinkston
.
"
The
three
men
walked
together
down
through
the
levels
of
the
ship
.
It
was
a
beautiful
spring
day
.
A
robin
sat
on
a
blossoming
apple
tree
and
sang
continuously
.
Showers
of
petal
snow
sifted
down
when
the
wind
touched
the
green
branches
,
and
the
blossom
scent
drifted
upon
the
air
.
Somewhere
in
the
town
someone
was
playing
the
piano
and
the
music
came
and
went
,
came
and
went
,
softly
,
drowsily
.
The
song
was
"
Beautiful
Dreamer
.
"
Somewhere
else
a
phonograph
,
scratchy
and
faded
,
was
hissing
out
a
record
of
"
Roamin
’
in
the
Gloamin
’
,
"
sung
by
Harry
Lauder
.
The
three
men
stood
outside
the
ship
.
They
sucked
and
gasped
at
the
thin
,
thin
air
and
moved
slowly
so
as
not
to
tire
themselves
.
Now
the
phonograph
record
being
played
was
:
