Floyd was my guide. Stamping in step with me along the corridors and
vision. The pilot turned about in his seat and I grinned insincerely.
the growl of straining motors as it started to open.
Whats it I done wrong?
water rose steadily. Covered my chest, up to my chin. I shuddered.
silence was total. Maybe it was respect, perhaps hatred and fear-or
There may be hope, Captain. If he is not bonkers he might have seen
manifold pleasures that rode with us in our Transport of Delight. Only
I dont think that this tune would make the galactic top ten but it
Ill go quietly, I said. Turned and touched the alien artifact as I