Allen Kim Lang

Summary

Allen Kim Lang The railhead at Kysyl Khoto (1957)

I admitted. "An armament race isn't an edifying spectacle. But the discovery of America was inspired more by money-grubbers than by idealists, Frances." I pried her hands apart and took them in mine. "Let's go, Frances. There's no work here today. Do you have the drinks at your place to celebrate our victory?"
She burst into tears. I held her close till she'd sobbed herself calm, ignoring the telephone buzzing on her desk. No one could have business with Frances von Munger more important than mine.
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Allen Kim Lang The railhead at Kysyl Khoto (1957)

I went to see Frances for encouragement and to scrounge a cigar. "Let's not kid ourselves," I told her. "Those brass hats are clever. Why don't we just turn over the facts to them, let their Intelligence take over? I'd like to stay with the KEZ research, but I'd also like more and tighter facts. What are the throats of the rockets made of? What fuel are they using, for sure? If they've decided on ozone, how do they keep it from exploding every time a commissar sneezes? Frances, let's just hand my scrapbooks to the Air Force and let it fill in the blank pages.
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Allen Kim Lang The railhead at Kysyl Khoto (1957)

The railhead, the spaceship—they all exist only under that golden hair of yours, right?"
Frances stared at me as though she expected me to whip out an Army .45 and cover her with it. "Frank! How do you know?"
"Until I met you, Frances, I thought dreams of space were male dreams. Then I found a girl who'd become an engineer, who'd then given up engineering to go into intelligence work.
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