George O. Smith

George O. Smith

Summary

Portrait of George O. Smith George O. Smith One of three (1948)

Bronson shook his head. "You're not fair," he said. "He's done nothing that you or I would not do to protect our own worlds. And," smiled Bronson, "remember that Earth Two is already doomed."
Virginia whirled on him. "Because a man is slated to die as all men are, is that an excuse to commit murder?"
"No," he said. "But life is still a matter of the survival of the fittest. I deplore Kingston's act but remember that Kingston knows that it is either kill or be killed."
"Then there is nothing wrong with Earth Three," snapped Virginia with deep bitterness.
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Portrait of George O. Smith George O. Smith One of three (1948)

In contrast to a world where much time and energy was directed at luxury instead of the sheer, vicious necessity driven of hope and despair—in a world where the accolade of young womanhood is to be permitted her first trip to mother's beauty salon and thereafter make obeisance regularly—Virginia, a beauty in her own world, knew that here she was as conspicuous as a tall telephone pole in a snowbound prairie.
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Portrait of George O. Smith George O. Smith One of three (1948)

Then, like the snuffing of a candle flame, the scene went dark. The pillar of fire disappeared and there was a thunderous roar as miles of tortured air raced in to fill the vacuum created by the sudden absence of intolerable heat.
The thunderings shook the city of Albuquerque and the buildings rattled.
In one of the homes Ed Bronson was shaken into wakefulness. He was lying on the floor which was hard though not cold.
He awoke dully. He felt the floor and had a quick impression of having fallen from bed. Grinning sheepishly, Ed Bronson stood up and turned. There was no bed!
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