The Planet Strappers by Raymond Gallun

Author:Raymond Gallun
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pronoun

VI

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THE ASTEROID, PALLAS, WAS A chunk of rich core material, two hundred-some miles in its greatest dimension. It had a mottled, pinkish shine, partly from untarnished lead, osmium, considerable uranium, some iron, nickel, silver, copper. The metals were alloyed, here; almost pure, there. There was even a little rock. But thirty-five percent of Pallas’ roughly spherical mass was said to be gold.

Gold is not rare at the cores of the worlds, to which most of the heavy elements must inevitably sink, during the molten stage of planetary developments. On Earth it must be the same, though who could dig three thousand miles into a zone of such heat and pressure? But the asteroid world had exploded. Pallas was an exposed and cooled piece of its heart.

Pallas had a day of twenty-four hours because men, working with great ion jets angling toward the stars, had adjusted its natural rate of rotation for their own convenience to match the terrestrial. A greater change was Pallastown.

Frank Nelsen and Miguel Ramos made the considerable journey to it without further incident. Because he was tense with hurry, Nelsen’s impressions were superficial: Something like Serene, but bigger and more fantastic. A man weighed only a few ounces, here. Spidery guidance towers could loom impossibly high. There were great storage bins for raw metal brought in from all over the Belt. There were rows of water tanks. As on the Moon, the water came mostly from gypsum rock or occasionally from soil frost, both found on nearby crustal asteroids. Beyond the refineries bulged the domes of the city itself, housing factories, gardens, recreation centers, and sections that got considerably lost and divergent trying to imitate the apartment house areas of Earth.

Frank Nelsen’s wonder was hurried and dulled.

Gimp Hines and David Lester were waiting inside the stellene reception dome when Nelsen and Ramos landed lightly at the port on their own feet, with no more braking assistance than their own shoulder-ionics.

Greetings were curiously breathless yet casual, but without any backslapping.

“We’d about given you two up,” Gimp said. “But an hour ago Joe Kuzak beamed me, and said you’d be along with some museum stuff... Les lives here, now, working with the new Archeological Institute.”

“Hi-hi—good to see you guys,” Ramos said.

“Likewise. Hello, Les,” Frank put in.

While Frank was gripping David Lester’s limp, diffident hand, which seemed almost to apologize for his having come so far from home, Gimp teased a little. “So you latched onto Art Kuzak, too. Or was it the other way around?”

Frank’s smile was lopsided. “I didn’t analyze motives. Art’s a pretty good guy. I suppose we just wanted to help Joe and him out. Or maybe it was instinct. Anyhow, what’s wrong with latching onto—or being latched onto by—somebody whom you feel will get himself and you ahead, and make you both a buck?”

“Check. Not a darn thing,” Gimp laughed. “Now let’s go to my hotel and have a look at what you brought in. Did you really examine it, yet?”

“Some—on the way. Not very much,” Ramos said.

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