Triplanetary (The Lensman Series Book 1)

by E.E. "Doc" Smith

For the ultra-beam, with its heterodyned vision, is not distorted by any velocity yet attained, as are the ether-borne rays of light. Converted into light only at the plate, it showed their progress as truly as though they had been traveling at a pace to be expressed in the ordinary terms of miles per hour. The yellow star that was the sun detached itself from the firmament and leaped toward them, swelling visibly, momently, into a blinding monster of incandescence. And toward them also flung the Earth, enlarging with such indescribable rapidity that Cleveland protested involuntarily, in spite of his knowledge of the peculiar mechanics of the vessel in which they were. “Hold it, Fred, hold it! Way ’nuff!” he exclaimed. “I’m using only a few thousand kilograms of thrust, and I’ll cut that as soon as we touch atmosphere, long before she can even begin to heat,” Rodebush explained. “Looks bad, but we’ll stop without a jar.” “What would you call this kind of flight, Fritz?” Cleveland asked. “What’s the opposite of ‘inert’?” “Damned if I know. Isn’t any, I guess. Light? No … how would ‘free’ be?” “Not bad. ‘Free’ and ‘Inert’ maneuvering, eh? O.K.” Flying “free”, then, the super-ship came from her practically infinite velocity to an almost instantaneous halt in the outermost, most tenuous layer of the Earth’s atmosphere. Her halt was but momentary. Inertia restored, she dropped at a sharp angle downward.

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