L. Ron Hubbard,
240,000 miles straight up
(1948)
“ It was difficult to believe that these weird metal things were containers for human beings.In ages to come, in scenes like these, men would sicken and madden and die just as the crews of tempest-driven barques have gripped insanity in the ages past.Angel plowed through pumice and climbed the final bastion of the emplacement.The great pilotless missile was shielded by an overhanging cliff against all but a freak meteor. Through a small opening this sleek white tube could fly, rushing to the execution of perhaps a million human beings. ”
