Stephen Marlowe

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Stephen Marlowe Ride the Crepe Ring

Ten thousand miles of outer ring, sixteen thousand miles of bright ring—all to play in. Billions of meteors, and all the tourists have to do is dodge 'em. Great fun."
"I don't want to be a stick in the mud, Mr. Smith, but, ah, what happens if someone doesn't dodge?"
"Not a chance. How could anyone miss? The ring-particles shine by reflected sunlight—you can see each one clear as hell, and you just avoid 'em, that's all. We don't go near the third ring, the crepe ring—not that dark baby. That could be dangerous. You know, the innermost ring, only seven thousand miles from Saturn itself.
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Stephen Marlowe Ride the Crepe Ring

He had checked Norma's domette and she had not been there; but she had told him that she would not ride the rings without letting him know. That much at least he could be sure of—Norma would be as good as her word.
At the Administration Building, the Entwhistles awaited him. "Good morning," Socrates said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Morning?" This was Mrs. Entwhistle, big and round and overbearing. "How can it be morning? The sun just set."
Socrates explained to her, and then Mr. Entwhistle declared: "You must never argue with a man who knows, my dear.
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Stephen Marlowe Ride the Crepe Ring

The little ship shuddered and Mrs. Entwhistle emitted a sound which could have been the shrill shriek of a tea kettle. Then Socrates turned them slowly in a great arc so as not to harm the delicate two-hundred pound creature sitting by his side with too much acceleration.
Something flashed by beneath them. It could have been a meteor, except that this was a void area. Attraction of the planet Mimas, and the other satellites were such that no meteoric material could exist in this space—which explained the thousand mile separation of the crepe ring.
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