Salvage in Space by Jack Williamson, this LibriVox recording is in the public domain. This story was first published in Astounding Stories, March 1933, recorded by Phil Chenevere July 2019 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. His planet was the smallest in the solar system, and the loneliest, that Alan was thinking as he straightened wearily in the huge, bulging, inflated fabric of his osprey space armor. Walking awkwardly in the magnetic boots that held him to the black mass of meteoric iron, he mounted a projection and stood motionless, staring moodily away through the visual panels of his bulky helmet into the dark mystery of the void. His welding arc dangled at his belt, the electrode still glowing red. He had just finished securing to this slowly accumulating mass of iron his most recent find, a meteorite the size of his head. Five perilous weeks he had labored to collect this rugged lump of metal, a jagged mass some ten feet in diameter, composed of hundreds of fragments that he had captured and welded together. His luck had not been good. His findings had been heartbreakingly small. The spectro-flash analysis had revealed that the content of the precious metals was disappointingly minute. Authors note the meteor or asteroid belt between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter is mined by such adventurers as that Alan for the platinum, iridium, and osmium that all meteoric irons contain in small quantities. The meteor swarms are supposed by some astronomers to be fragments of a disrupted planet which, according to Bode's law, should occupy this space. End of authors note. On the other side of this tiny sphere of hard-won treasure, his millen atomic rocket was sputtering spurts of hot blue flame jetting from its exhaust. A simple mechanism voted to the first sizeable fragment he had captured, it drove the iron ball through space like a ship. Through the magnetic soles of his insulated boots, Thad could feel the vibration of the iron mass beneath the rocket's regular thrust. The magazine of urinate fuel capsules was nearly empty now, he reflected. He would soon have to turn back toward Mars. But how could he with so slender a reward for his efforts? Meteor mining is expensive. There was his bill at millen and helion Mars for urinate and supplies, and the unpaid last installment on his osprey suit. How could he outfit himself again if he returned with no more metal than this? There were men who averaged a thousand tons of iron a month. Why couldn't Fortune smile on him? He knew men who had made fabulous strikes, who had captured whole planetoids of rich metal, and he knew weary white-haired men who had braved the perils of vacuum and absolute cold and bullet-swift meteors for hard years, who still hoped. But sometime Fortune had to smile, and then the picture came to him. A tower of white metal along the low red hills near helion. A slim graceful tower of Argent rising in a fragrant garden of flowering Martian shrubs, purple and saffron, and a girl waiting at the front door. A trim slender girl in white, with blue eyes and hair richly brown. Fad had seen the white tower many times on his holiday tramps through the hills about helion. He had even dared to ask if it could be bought to find that its price was an amount that he might not amass in many years at his perilous profession. But the girl in white was yet only a glorious dream. The strangeness of interplanetary space and the somber mystery of it pressed upon him like an illimitable and deserted ocean. The sun was a tiny white disc on his right, hanging between rosy coronal wings. His native earth, a bright greenish point, suspended in the dark gulf below it. Mars, nearer smaller, a little ochre speck above the shrunken sun. Above him, below him in all directions, was vastness, blackness, emptiness. One infinity sprinkled with far cold stars. Fad was alone, utterly alone. No man was visible in all the supernatural vastness of space, and no work of man saved the few tools of his daring trade, and the glittering little rocket bolted to the black iron behind him. It was terrible to think that the nearest human being must be tens of millions of miles away. On his first trips the loneliness had been terrible, unendurable. Now he was becoming accustomed to it, at least he no longer feared that he was going mad. But sometimes Fad shook himself and spoke aloud, his voice ringing hollow in his huge metal helmet. Brace up, old top, in good company when you're by yourself, as Dad used to say. Be back in Helion in a week or so, anyhow. Look up Dan and Chalk and the rest of the crowd again at Comet's Place. What price a friendly boxing match with Mason, or an evening at the Tell-A-View Theatre? Fresh air, instead of this stale, synthetic stuff. Real food, in place of these tasteless concentrates. A hot bath instead of greasing yourself. Too dull out here. Life, he broke off, set his jaw. No use thinking about such things, only made it worse. Besides, how did he know that a worrying meteor wasn't going to flash him out before he got back? He drew his right arm out of the bulging sleeve of the suit into its ample interior, found a cigarette in an inside pocket and lighted it. The smoke swirled about in the helmet, drawn swiftly into the air filters. Darn clever these suits, he murmured. Food, smokes, water generator, all where you can reach them, and darn expensive, too. I'd better be looking for a pay-metal. He clampered to a better position, stood peering out into space, searching for the tiny gleam of sunlight on a meteoric fragment that might be worth capturing for its content of precious metals. For an hour he scanned the black star-strewn gulf, as the sputtering rocket continued to drive him forward. There she glows, he cried suddenly and grinned. Before him was a tiny, glowing fleck that moved among the unchanging stars. He stared at it intently, breathing faster in the helmet. Always he thrilled to see such a moving gleam. What treasure it promised! At first sight it was impossible to determine size or distance or rate of motion. It might be ten thousand tons of rich metal, a fortune. It would more probably prove to be a tiny stony mass, not worth capturing. It might even be large and valuable, but moving so rapidly that he could not overtake it with the power of the diminutive millen rocket. He studied the tiny speck intently, with practiced eye as the minutes passed. An untrained eye would never have seen it at all among the flaming hosts of stars. Skillfully he judged from its apparent rate of motion and its slow increase in brilliance its size and distance from him. Must be, must be fair size, he spoke aloud at last. A hundred tons, I'll bet my helmet. But scooting along pretty fast stretched the little old rocket to run it down. He clambered back to the rocket, changed the angle of the flaming exhaust to drive him directly across the path of the object ahead, filled the magazine again with a little pellets of urinate, which were fed automatically into the combustion chamber, and increased the firing rate. The trailing blue flame reached farther backward from the incandescent orifice of the exhaust. The vibration of the metal sphere increased, Thad left the sputtering rocket, and went back where he could see the object before him. It was nearer now, rushing obliquely across his path. Would he be in time to capture it as it passed, or would it hurtle by ahead of him and vanish in the limitless darkness of space before his feeble rocket could check the momentum of his ball of metal? He peered at it as it drew closer. Its surface seemed oddly bright, silvery, not the dull black of meteoric iron, and it was larger, more distant than he had thought at first. In form, too, it seemed curiously regular, ellipsoid. It was no jagged mass of metal. His hopes sank, rose again immediately. Even if it were not the mass of rich metal for which he had prayed, it might be something as valuable and more interesting. He returned to the rocket, adjusted the angle of the nozzle again, and advanced the firing time slightly, even at the risk of a ruinous explosion. When he returned to where he could see the hurtling object before him, he saw that it was a ship, a tapering silver-green rocket-flyer. Once more his dreams were dashed. The officers of interplanetary liners lose no love upon the meteor miners, claiming that their collected masses of metal, almost helpless, always underpowered, are menaces to navigation. It could expect nothing from the ship save a heliographed warning to keep clear. But how came a rocket-flyer here? In the perilous swarms of the meteor-belt. Many a vessel had been destroyed by collision with an asteroid in the days before chartered lanes were cleared of drifting metal. The lanes more frequently used between Earth, Mars, Venus, and Mercury were, of course, far inside the orbits of the asteroids, and the few ships running to Jupiter's moons avoided them by crossing millions of miles above their plane. Could it be that legendary green ship said once to have mysteriously appeared, sliced up and drawn within her hull several of the primitive ships of that day, and then disappeared forever after in the remote wastes of space? Absurd, of course. He dismissed the idle fancy and examined the ship still more closely. Then he saw that it was turning end over end very slowly. That meant that its gyros were stopped, that it was helpless, drifting, disabled, powerless to avoid hurtling, meteoric stones. Had it blundered unawares into the belt of swarms, been struck before the danger was realized? Was it a derelict with all data upon it? Either the ship's machinery was completely wrecked, that new, or there was no one on watch. For the controls of a modern rocket-flyer are so simple and so nearly automatic, that a single man at the bridge can keep a vessel upon her course. It might be, he thought, that a meteorite had ripped open the hull, allowing the air to escape so quickly that the entire crew had been asphyxiated before any repairs could be made. But that seemed unlikely, since the ship must have been divided into several compartments by airtight bulkheads. Could the vessel have been deserted for some reason? The crew might have mutinied and left her in the life-tubes. She might have been robbed by pirates and set adrift. But with the space-lanes policed as they were, piracy and successful mutiny were rare. That saw that the flyer's navigation lights were out. He found the heliograph signal mirror at his side, sighted it upon the ship, and worked the mirror rapidly. He waited, repeated the call. There was no response. The vessel was plainly a derelict. Could he board her and take her to Mars? While it was his duty to attempt to aid any helpless ship, or at least try to save any endangered lives upon her, and the salvage award, if the ship should be deserted and he could bring her safe to port, would be half her value. No mean prize that. Half the value of ship and cargo, more than he was apt to earn in years of mining the meteor belt. With new anxiety he measured the relative motion of the gleaming ship. It was going to pass ahead of him, and very soon, no more time for speculation. It was still uncertain whether it would come near enough so that he could get a line to it. Rapidly he unslunged from his belt the apparatus he used to capture meteors. A powerful electromagnet with a thin, strong wire fastened to it to be hurled from a helix gun. He set the drum on which the wire was wound upon the metal at his feet, fastened it with its magnetic anchor, wondering if it would stand the terrific strain when the wire tightened. Raising the helix to his shoulder, he trained it upon a point well ahead of the rushing flier, and stood waiting for the exact moment to press the lever. The slender spindle of the ship was only a mile away now, right in the sunlight. He could see no break in her polished hull save for the dark rows of circular ports. She was not by any means completely wrecked. He read the black letters of her name. Red Dragon. The name of her home port below was in smaller letters, but in a moment he made them out, San Francisco. The ship then came from the earth, from the very city where Thad was born. The gleaming hull was near now, only a few hundred yards away, passing. Aiming well ahead of her to allow for her motion, Thad pressed the key that hurled the magnet from the helix. It flung away from him the wire screaming from the reel behind it. Thad's massive metal swung on past the ship as he returned to the rocket and stopped its clattering explosions. He watched the tiny black speck of the magnet. It vanished from sight in the darkness of space, appeared again against the white burnished hull of the rocket ship. For a painful instant he thought he had missed. Then he saw that the magnet was fast to the side of the flyer near the stern. The line tightened. Soon the strain would come upon it as he checked the momentum of the mass of iron. He set the friction break. Thad flung himself flat, grasped the wire above the reel. Even if the mass of iron tore itself free, he could hold to the wire and himself reach the ship. He flung past the deserted vessel. Behind it his lump of iron swung like a pebble in a sling. A cloud of smoke burst from the burned lining of the friction break in the reel. Then the wire was all out.  And the hard-gathered sphere of metal was gone, snapped off into space. Thad clung desperately to the wire, muscles cracking, tortured arms almost drawn from their sockets. Fear flashed over his mind. And if the wire broke and left him floating helpless in space? It held, though, to his relief. He was trailing behind the ship. Eagerly he seized the handle of the reel, began to wind up the mile of thin wire. Half an hour later, Thad's suited figure bumped gently against the shining hull of the rocket. He got to his feet and gazed backward into the starry gulf, where his sphere of iron had long since vanished. Somebody is going to find himself a nice chunk of metal all welded together and equipped for rocket navigation, he murmured. As for me, well, I've simply got to run this tub to Morse. He walked over the smooth, refulgent hull, held to it by magnetic soles. Nowhere was it broken, though he found scars where small, meteoric particles had scratched the brilliant polish. So no meteor had wrecked the ship. What then was the matter? Soon he would know. The red dragon was not large, a hundred and thirty feet long, Thad estimated, with a beam of twenty-five feet. But her trim lines bespoke design recent and good. The double ring of black projecting rockets at the stern told of unusual speed. A pretty piece of salvage he reflected if he could land her on Mars. Half the value of such a ship, unharmed and safe in port, would be a larger sum than he dared put in figures. And he must take her in now that he had lost his own rocket. He found the life-tubes, six of them, slender, silvery cylinders, lying secure in their niches, three along each side of the flyer. None was missing. So the crew had not willingly deserted the ship. He approached the main airlock at the center of the hull, behind the projecting dome of the bridge. It was closed. A glance at the dials told him there was full air pressure within it. It had then last been used to enter the rocket, not to leave it. Fad opened the exhaust valve, let the air hiss from the chamber of the lock. The huge door swung open in response to his hand upon the wheel, and he entered the cylindrical chamber. In a moment the door was closed behind him, air was hissing into the lock again. He started to open the faceplate of his helmet, longing for a breath of air that did not smell as sweat and stale tobacco smoke as that in his suit always did, despite the best chemical purifiers. Then he hesitated. Perhaps some deadly gas from the combustion chambers. Fad opened the inner valve and came upon the upper deck of the vessel. A floor ran the full length of the ship, broken with hatches and companion ways that gave to the rocket rooms, cargo holes and quarters for crew and passengers below. There was an enclosed ladder that led to bridge and navigating room in the dome above. The hull formed an arched roof over it. The deck was deserted, lit only by three dim blue globes hanging from the curved roof. All seemed in order. The firefighting equipment hanging on the walls and the huge metal patches and welding equipment for repairing breaks in the hull. Everything was clean, bright with polish or new paint. And all was very still. The silence held a vague, brooding threat that frightened Fad. Made him wish for a moment that he was back upon his rugged ball of metal, but he banished his fear and strode down the deck. In the dead way of it he found a dark stain upon the clean metal. The black of long-dried blood. A few tattered scraps of cloth beside it.  And a heavy meat cleaver half hidden beneath a bit of darkened fabric. Mute record of tragedy. Fad strove to read it. Had a man fought here and been killed? It must have been a struggle of peculiar violence to judge by the dark spattered stains and the indescribable condition of the remnants of clothing. But what had he fought? Another man or some thing. And what had become of Victor and vanquished? He walked on down the deck. The torturing silence was broken by the abrupt patter of quick little footsteps behind him. He turned quickly, nervously, with a hand going instinctively to his welding-arc which he knew would make a fairly effective weapon. It was merely a dog, a little dog, yellow, indescript, pathetically delighted. With a sharp, eager bark it leaped up at thad, pawing at his armor and licking it, standing on its hind legs and reaching toward the visor of his helmet. It was very thin as if from long starvation. Both ears were ragged and bloody and there was a long unhealed scratch across the shoulder, somewhat inflamed but not a serious wound. The bright, eager eyes were alight with joy. But Fad thought he saw fear in them, and even through the stiff fabric of the osprey suit he felt that the dog was trembling. With a low whine it shrank close to his side, and another sound reached Fad's ears. A cry, weird and harrowing beyond telling, a scream so thin and so high that it roughened his skin, so keenly shrill that it tortured his nerves, a sound of that peculiar frequency that is more agonizing than any bodily pain. When silence came again, Fad was standing with his back against the wall, the welding arc in his hand.  The yellow dog crouched whimpering against his legs. Ominous, threatening stillness filled the ship again, disturbed only by the whimpers and frightened growls of the dog. Trying to calm his overawed nerves, Fad listened, strained his ears. He could hear nothing, and he had no idea from which direction the terrifying sound had come. A strange cry. Fad knew it had been born in no human throat, nor in the throat of any animal he knew. It had carried an alien note that overcame him with instinctive fear and horror. What had voiced it? Was the ship haunted by some dread entity? For many minutes Fad stood upon the deck, waiting, tensely grasping the welding tool, but the nerve-shattering scream did not come again, nor any other sound. The yellow dog seemed to have to forget its fear. It leaped up at his face again with another short little bark. There must be good he thought if the dog could live in it. He unscrewed the face plate of his helmet and lifted it. The air that struck his face was cool and clean. He breathed deeply, gratefully, and at first he did not notice the strange odor upon it. A curious, unpleasant scent, earthly, almost fetid, unfamiliar. The dog kept leaping up, whining. Hungry boy, Fad whispered. He fumbled in the bulky inside pockets of his suit, found a slab of concentrated food, and tossed it out through the opened panel. The dog sprang upon it, wolfed it eagerly, and came back to his side. Fad said it once about exploring the ship. First he ascended the ladder to the bridge. A metal dome covered it, studded with transparent ports. And instruments were in order. And the room was vacant, heavy with the fatal silence of the ship. Fad had no expert's knowledge of the flyer's mechanism, but he had studied interplanetary navigation to qualify for his license to carry masses of metal under rocket power through the space lanes and into planetary atmospheres. He was sure he could manage the ship if its mechanism were in good order, though he was uncertain of his ability to make any considerable repairs. To his relief, a scrutiny of the dials revealed nothing wrong. He started the gyro motors, got the great wheels to spinning, and thus stopped the slow end over end tumbling of the flyer. Then he went to the rocket controls, warmed three of the tubes, and set them to firing. The vessel answered readily to her helm. In a few minutes he had the red fleck of Mars over the bow. Yes, I can run her all right, he announced to the dog, which had followed him up the steps keeping close to his feet. Don't worry, oh boy, we'll be eating a juicy beef steak together in a week, at Comet's Place in Helion, down by the canal. Not much style, but that eats. And now we're going to do a little detective work and find out what made that disagreeable noise and what happened to all your fellow astronauts. Better find out before it happens to us. He shut off the rockets and climbed down from the bridge again. When Thad started down the companion way to the officer's quarters in the central one of the five main compartments of the ship, the dog kept close to his legs, growling, trembling, hackles lifted, sensing the animal's terror, pitying it for the naked fear in its eyes. Thad wondered what dramas of horror it might have seen. The cabins of the navigator, calculator, chief technician, and first officer were empty, and forbidding with the ominous silence of the ship. They were neatly in order, and the berths had been made since they were used. But there was a large bloodstain, black and circular, on the floor of the calculator's room. The captain's cabin held evidence of a violent struggle. The door had been broken in. Its fragments, with pieces of broken furniture, books, covers from the berth, and three surface pistols, were scattered about an indescribable confusion, all stained with blood. Among the frightful debris Thad found several scraps of clothing of dissimilar fabrics. The guns were empty. Attempting to reconstruct the action of the tragedy from those grim clues, he imagined that the five officers, aware of some peril, had gathered here, fought, and died. The dog refused to enter the room. It stood at the door looking anxiously after him, trembling and whimpering pitifully. Several times it sniffed the air and drew back snarling. Thad thought that the unpleasant earthy odor he had noticed upon opening the faceplate of his helmet was stronger here. After a few minutes of searching through the wildly disordered room, he found the ship's log or its remains. Many pages had been torn from the book, and the remainder, soaked with blood, formed a stiff black mass. Only one legible entry did he find that, on a page torn from the book, which somehow had escaped destruction. Dated five months before, it gave the position of the vessel and her bearings. She was then just outside Jupiter's orbit, earthward bound, and concluded with a remark of sinister implications. Another man gone this morning, Sims, assistant technician, a fine workman. Odin swears he heard something moving on the deck. Cook thinks some of the doctor's stuffed monstrosities have come to life. Ridiculous, of course. But what is one to think? Pondering the significance of those few lines, Thad climbed back to the deck. Was the ship haunted by some weird death that had seized the crew man by man mysteriously? That was the obvious implication. And if the flyer had been still outside Jupiter's orbit when those words were written, it must have been weeks before the end. A lurking, invisible death, the scream he had heard. He descended into the forecastle and came upon another such silent record of frightful carnage as he had found in the captain's cabin. Dried blood, scraps of cloth, knives, and other weapons. A fearful question was beginning to obsess him. What had become of the bodies of those who must have died in these conflicts? He dared not think the answer. Gripping the welding-arc, Thad approached the after-hatch, giving to the cargo-hold. Trepidation almost overpowered him, but he was determined to find the sinister menace of the ship before it found him.  The hold proved to be dark. An indefinite black space, oppressive with the terrible silence of the flyer. The air within it bore still more strongly the unpleasant fetter. Thad hesitated on the steps. The hold was not inviting, but at the thought he must sleep unguarded while taking the flyer to Mars, his resolution returned. The uncertainty, the constant fear, would be unendurable. He climbed on down, feeling for the light-button. He found it as his feet touched the floor. Blue light flooded the hold. It was filled with monstrous things, colossal creatures such as nothing that had ever lived upon the earth like nothing known in the jungles of Venus or the deserts of Mars or anything that had been found upon Jupiter's moons. They were monsters, remotely resembling insects or crustaceans, but as large as horses or elephants. They reared upon strange limbs, armed with hideously fanged jaws, cruel talons, frightful saw-tooth snouts and glittering scales red and yellow and green. They leered at him with phosphorescent eyes, yellow and purple. They cast grotesquely gigantic shadows in the blue light. A cold shock of horror started along Thad's spine at the sight of those incredible nightmare things. Automatically he flung up the welding tool, flicking over the lever with his thumb so that violet electric flames played about the electrode. Then he saw that the crowding, hideous things were motionless, that they stood upon wooden pedestals, that many of them were supported upon metal bars.  Grinning, wandly and conscious of a weakness in the knees, he muttered, they sure will fill the museum if everybody gets a kick out of them that I did. A little too realistic, I'd say. Guess these are the stuffed monstrosities mentioned in the page out of the log. No wonder the cook was afraid of them. Some of them do look hellishly alive. He started across the hold, shrinking involuntarily from the armored enormities that seemed crouched to spring at him, motionless eyes staring. So at the end of the long space he found the treasure. Glittering in the blue light, it looked unreal, incredible. A dazzling dream. He stopped among the fearful things that seemed gathered as if to guard it, and stared with wide eyes through the open face of his helmet. He saw neat stacks of gold ingots, new freshly smelted, bars of silver-white iridium, of Argent platinum, of blue-white osmium. Many of them, thousands of pounds, they had knew. He trembled at the thought of their value almost beyond calculation. Then he saw the coffer lying beyond the piled, gleaming ingots, a huge box, eight feet long, made of some crystal that glittered with snowy brightness, filled with sparkling, iridescent gleams, and inlaid with strange designs, apparently in vermilion enamel. With a little cry he ran toward the chest, moving awkwardly in the loose, deflated fabric of the osprey suit. And the coffer, on the floor of the hold, were literally a mountain of flame, blazing gems heaped as if they had been carelessly dumped from it, cut diamonds, incredibly gigantic, monster emeralds, sapphires, rubies, and strange stones that Thad did not recognize, and that gasped with horror when he looked at the designs of the vermilion inlay in the white gleaming crystal. He looked at the shape of the shape of the shape of the shape of the shape of the shaped forms, shapes of creatures somewhat like gigantic spiders, and more unlike them, demonic things, wickedly fanged, jaw slathering, executed with masterly skill that made them seem living, menacing, secretly gloating. Thad stared at them for long minutes, fascinated almost mind what it held, and three times the unutterable horror of those crimson images thrust him back, shuddering. Nothing but pictures, he muttered hoarsely. A fourth time he advanced, trembling, and seized the lid of the coffer. Heavy, massive, it was fashioned also of glistening white crystal, and inlayed in crimson with weirdly hideous figures, great hinges of white platinum held it on the father's side. It was fastened with a simple heavy hasp of the precious metal. Hands quivering, Thad snapped back the hasp, lifted the lid. New treasure in the chest would not have surprised him. He was prepared to meet dazzling wonders of gems or priceless metal, nor would he have been astonished at some weird creature such as one of those whose likenesses were inlayed in the crystal. But what he saw made him drop the massive lid. A woman lay in the chest, motionless, in white. In a moment he raised the lid again, examined the still form more closely. The woman had been young. The features were regular, good to look upon. The eyes were closed. The white face, apparently, very peaceful. Save for the extreme cadaverous pallor, there was no mark of death. With a fancy that the body might be miraculously living, sleeping, Thad thrust the norm out through the opened panel of his suit, and touched a slender, bare white arm. It was stiff, very cold. Still, pallid face was framed in fine, brown hair. The fair small hands were crossed upon the breast over the simple white garment. A queer ache came into his heart. Something made him think of a white tower in the hills near Helion, and a girl waiting in its fragrant garden of saffron and purple. A girl like this. The body lay upon a bed of blazing jewels. It appeared, Thad thought, as if the pile of gems upon the floor had been hastily scraped from the coffer to make room for the quiet form. He wondered how long it had lain there. It looked as if it might have been living but minutes before. Some preservative. His thought was broken by a sound that rang from the open hatchway on the deck above, the furious barking and yelping of the dog. abruptly, that was silent. And in its place came the uncanny and terrifying scream that Thad had heard once before on this flyer of mystery. A shriek, so cane and shrill, that it seemed to tear out his nerves by their roots. The voice of the haunter of the ship. When Thad came back upon the deck, the dog was still barking nervously. He saw the animal forward almost at the bow, hackles raised, tail between its legs. It was slinking backward, barking sharply as if to call for aid. Apparently, it was retreating from something between Thad and itself. But Thad, searching the dimly lit deck, could see no source of alarm. Nor could the structures upon it have shut any large object from his view. It's all right, Thad called, intending to reassure the frightened animal, but finding his voice squarely dry. Coming on the double-o, man, don't worry. The dog had reached the end of the deck. It stopped yelping, but snarled and whined as if in terror. It began darting back and forth, moving exactly as if something were slowly closing in upon it, trapping it in the corner. Not Thad could see nothing. Then it made a wild dash back toward Thad, darting along by the wall as if trying to run past an unseen enemy. Thad thought he heard quick, rasping footsteps, then, that were not those of the dog. And something seemed to catch the dog in midair as it leaped. It was hurled howling to the deck. For a moment it struggled furiously as if an invisible claw had pinned it down. Then it escaped and fled whimpering to Thad's side. He saw a new wound across its hips, three long, parallel scratches from which fresh red blood was trickling. Regular scraping sounds came from the end of the deck where no moving thing was to be seen. Sounds such as might be made by the walking of feet with unsheathed claws. Something was coming back toward Thad. Something that was invisible, terror seized him with the knowledge. He had nerved himself to face desperate men or a savage animal. But an invisible being that could creep upon him and strike unseen? It was incredible. Yet he had seen the dog knocked down and the bleeding wound it had received. His heart paused, then beat very quickly. For the moment he thought only blindly of escape. He knew only an overpowering desire to hide, to conceal himself from the invisible thing, had it been possible he might have tried to leave the flyer. Beside him was one of the companion ways of midships, giving access to the compartment of the vessel that he had not explored. He turned, leaped down the steps with the terrified dog at his heels. Below he found himself in a short hall, dimly lighted. Several metal doors opened from it. He tried one at random, it gave. He sprang through, let the dog follow, closed and locked it. Trying to listen he leaned weakly against the door. The rushing of his breath swift and regular, the loud hammer of his thudding heart. The dog's low whines. Then unmistakable scraping sounds outside. The scratching of claws, they had knew. Invisible claws. He stood there, bracing the door with the weight of his body, holding the welding arc ready in his hand. Several times the hinges creaked and he felt a heavy pressure against the panels, but at last the scratching sounds ceased. He relaxed. The monster had withdrawn at least for a time. When he had time to think, the invisibility of the thing was not so incredible. The mounted creatures he has seen in the hold were evidence that the flyer had visited some unknown planet where weird life reigned. It was not beyond reason that such a planet should be inhabited by beings invisible to human sight. Human vision, he knew, utilizes only a tiny fraction of the spectrum. The creature must be largely transparent to visible light as human flesh is radio-lucent to hard x-rays. Quite possibly it could be seen by infrared or ultraviolet light. Evidently it was visible enough to the dog's eyes with their different range of sensitivity. Being the subject from his mind, he turned to survey the room into which he had burst. It had apparently been occupied by a woman. A frail blue silk dress and more intimate items of feminine wearing apparel were hanging above the berth. Two pairs of delicate black slippers stood neatly below it. Across from him was a dressing table with a large mirror above it. Combs, pins, jars of cosmetic cluttered it. And that saw upon it a little leather-bound book, locked, stamped on the back, diary. He crossed the room and picked up the little book which smelled faintly of jasmine. Momentary shame overcame him, thus stealing the secrets of an unknown girl. Necessity, however, left him no choice but to seize any chance of learning more of this ship of mystery and her invisible haunter. He broke the flimsy fastening. Linda Cross was the name written on the fly-leaf in a firm, clear feminine hand. On the next page was the photograph in color of a girl, the brown-haired girl whose body fat had discovered in the crystal coffer in the hold. Her eyes, he saw, had been blue. He thought she looked very lovely like the waiting girl in his old dream of the Silver Tower in the Red Hills by Helion. The diary had appeared, had not been kept very devotedly. Most of the pages were blank. One of the first entries, dated a year and a half before, told of a party that Linda had attended in San Francisco, and of her refusal to dance with a certain man referred to as Benny, because he had been unpleasantly insistent about wanting to marry her. Dad said tonight that we're going off in the Dragon again. All the way to Uranus if the new fuel works as he expects. What a lark to explore a few new worlds of our own! Dad says one of Uranus's moons is as large as Mercury, and Benny won't be proposing again soon. Turning on, they had found other scattered entries, some of them dealing with the preparations for the voyage, the start from San Francisco and a huge bunch of flowers from Benny. The long months of the trip through space out past the orbit of Mars, above the meteor belt, across Jupiter's orbit, beyond the track of Saturn, which was the farthest point that rocket explorers had previously reached, and on to Uranus, where they could not land because of the unstable surface. The remainder of the entries, that found less frequent, shorter bearing the mark of excitement, landing upon Titania, the third and largest satellite of Uranus, unearthly forests sheltering strange and monstrous life, the hunting of weird creatures and mounting them for museum specimens. Then the discovery of a ruined city, whose remains indicated that it had been built by a lost race of intelligent, wider-like things. The finding of a temple, whose walls were of precious metals containing a crystal chest filled with wondrous gems, the smelting of the metal into convenient ingots, and the transfer of the treasure to the hold. The first sinister note there entered the diary. Some of the men say we shouldn't have disturbed the temple. Think it will bring us bad luck, rubbish, of course. But one man did vanish while they were smelting the gold. Poor Mr. Tom James, I suppose he ventured away from the rest and something caught him. The few entries that followed were shorter and showed increasing nervous tension. They recorded the departure from Titania, made almost as soon as the treasure was loaded. The last was made several weeks later. A dozen men had vanished from the crew, leaving only gouts of blood to hint the manner of their going. The last entry ran. Dad says I'm to stay in here today. Oh, dear, he's afraid the thing will get me whatever it is. It's really serious. Two men taken from their birth last night. And not a trace. Some of them think it's a curse on the treasure. One of them swears he saw Dad's stuffed specimens moving about in the hold. Some terrible thing must have slipped aboard the flyer out of the jungle. That's what Dad and the Captain think. Where they can't find it. They've searched all over. Well, musing and regretful, that turned back for another look at the smiling girl in the photograph.  Reading the diary had made him like her. Her balance and humor. Her quiet affection for Dad. The calm courage with which she seemed to have faced the creeping lurking death that darkened the ship with its unescapable shadow. How had her body come to be in the coffer, he wondered, when all the others were gone? It had shown no marks of violence. She must have died of fear. No, her face had seemed too calm and peaceful for that. Had she chosen easy death by some poison rather than that other dreadful fate? Had her body been put in the chest to protect it and the poison arrested decomposition? Dad was still studying the picture thoughtfully and sadly when the dog which had been silent suddenly growled again and retreated from the door toward the corner of the room. The invisible monster had returned. Dad heard its claws scratching across the door again and he heard another dreadful sound, not the long shrill scream that had so grated on his nerves before, but a sharp coughing or barking, a series of shrill indescribable notes that could have been made by no beast he knew. The decision to open the door cost a huge effort of Dad's will. For hours he had waited, thinking desperately, and the thing outside the door had waited as patiently, scratching upon it from time to time, uttering those dreadful shrill coughing cries. Sooner or later he would have to face the monster. Even if he could escape from the room and avoid it for a time he would have to meet it in the end and it might creep upon him while he slept. To be sure the issue of the combat was extremely doubtful. The monster apparently had succeeded in killing every man upon the flyer, even though some of them had been armed. It must be large and very ferocious, but Dad was not without hope. He still wore his osprey suit. The heavy fabric made of metal wire is impregnated with a tough elastic composition should afford considerable protection against the thing. The welding arc intended to fuse refractive meteoric iron would be no mean weapon at close quarters, and the quarters would be close. If only he could find some way to make the thing visible. Paint, or something of a kind, would stick to its skin. His eyes, searching the room, caught the jar of face powder on the dressing table. Dash that over it. It ought to stick enough to make the outline visible. So at last, holding the powder ready in one hand, he waited until a time when the pressure upon the door had just relaxed and he knew the monster was waiting outside. Swiffly, he opened the door. Dad had partially overcome the instinctive horror that the unseeing being had first aroused in him, but it returned in a sickening wave when he heard the short, shrill, coughing cries, hideously eager that greeted the opening of the door, and the quick rasping of naked claws upon the floor. Sounds from nothingness. He flung the powder at the sound. A form of weird horror materialized before him, still half invisible, half outlined with the white film of adhering powder. Gigantic and hideous claws seemed to reach out of empty air, the sight of a huge, scaly body, a yawning, dripping jaw. For a moment, Dad could see great hooked fangs in that jaw. Then they vanished, as if an unseen tongue had licked the powder from them, dissolving it in fluids which made it invisible. That unearthly, half-seen shape leaped at him. He was carried backwards into the room, hurled to the floor. Claws were rasping upon the tough fabric of his suit. His arm was seized crushingly in half-visible jaws. Desperately, he clung to the welding tool. The heated electrode was driven toward his body. He fought to keep it away. He knew that it would burn through even the insulated fabric of his suit. A claw ripped savagely in his side. He heard the sharp, rending sound as the tough fabric of his suit was torn and felt a thin pencil of pain drawn along his body where a claw cut his skin. Suddenly the suit was full of the earthy fitter of the monstrous body, nauseatingly intense. That gasped tried to hold his breath and thrust upward hard with the incandescent electrode. He felt warm blood trickling from the wound. A numbing blow struck his arm. The welding tool was carried from his hand, clung to the side of the room, a clatter to the floor, and then a heavy weight came upon his chest, forcing the breath from his lungs. The monster stood upon his body and clawed at him. That squirmed furiously. He kicked out with his feet, encountering a great hard body. Futely he beat and thrust with his arms against the pillar like limb. His body was being mauled, bruised beneath the thick fabric. He heard a tear again along his right thigh. But he felt no pain and thought the claws had not reached the skin. It was the yellow dog that gave him the chance to recover the weapon. The animal had been running back and forth in the opposite end of the room, fairly howling in excitement and terror. Now, with the mad courage of desperation, it leaped recklessly at the monster. A mighty, dimly seen claw caught it, hurled it back across the room. It lay still, broken, whimpering. For a moment the thing had lifted its weight from Thad's body, and Thad slipped quickly from beneath it, flung himself across the room, snatched up the welding tool. In an instant the creature was upon him again. But he met it with the incandescent electrode. He was crouched in a corner now, where it come at him from only one direction. Its claws still slashed at him ferociously, but he was able to cling to the weapon and meet each onslaught with hot metal. Gradually its mad attacks weakened. Then one of his blind, thrusting blows seemed to burn into a vital organ. A terrible, choking, strangling sound came from the air, and he heard the thrashing struggles of wild convulsions. At last all was quiet. He prodded the thing again and again with the hot electrode, and it did not move. It was dead. The creature's body was so heavy that Thad had to return to the bridge and shut off the current in the gravity plates along the keel before he could move it. He dragged it to the lock through which he had entered the flyer and consigned it to space. Five days later Thad brought the red dragon into the atmosphere of Mars. A puzzled pilot came aboard in response to his signals and docked the flyer safely at Helion. Thad went down into the hold again with the astonished port authorities who had come aboard to inspect the vessel. Again he passed among the grotesque and outrageous monsters in the hold, leading the gasping officers. While they marveled at the treasure, he lifted the weirdly embellished lid of the coffer of white crystal and looked once more upon the still form of the girl within it. Pity stirred him. An ache came to his throat. Lend a cross, so quiet and cold and white and yet so lovely. How terrible her last days of life must have been, with doom shadowing the vessel and the men vanishing mysteriously one by one. Terrible until she had sought the security of death. Strangely, Thad felt no gradulation at the thought that half the incalculable treasure about him was now safely his own as the award of salvage. If only the girl was still living. He felt a poignantly keen desire to hear her voice. Thad found the note when they started to lift her from the chest. A hasty scroll it lay beneath her head among glittering gems. This woman is not dead. Please have her given skilled medical attention as soon as possible. She lies in a state of suspended animation induced by the injection of fifty minims of zirinel. She is my daughter, lend a cross, and my sole heir. I entreat the finders of this to have care given her and to keep in trust for her such part of the treasure on this ship as may remain after the payment of salvage or other claims. Sometime she will wake. Perhaps in a year, perhaps in a hundred, the purity of my drugs is uncertain, and the injection was made hastily so I do not know the exact time that must elapse. If this is found it will be because the lurking thing upon the ship has destroyed me and all my men. Please do not fail me. Levington Cross Thad bought the white tower of his dreams, slim and graceful in its Martian garden of saffron and purple, among the low ochre hills beside Helion. He carried the sleeping girl through the silver door where the girl of his dreams had waited and set the coffer in a great vaulted chamber. Many times each day he came into the room where she lay to look upon her pallid face and field her cold wrist. He kept a nurse in attendance and had a physician call daily. A long Martian year went by. Looking in his mirror one day, Thad saw little wrinkles about his eyes. He realized that the nervous strain and anxiety of waiting was aging him, and it might be a hundred years he remembered before Linda Cross came from beneath the drug's influence. He wondered if he should grow old and infirm while Linda lay young and beautiful and unchanged in her sleep, if she might awake after long years and see him only a feeble old man. And he knew that he would not be sorry he had waited even if he should die before she revived. On the next day the nurse called him into the room where Linda lay. He was bending over her when she opened her eyes. They were blue glorious. A long time she looked up at him, first in fearful wonder, then with confidence and dawning understanding, and at last she smiled. End of Salvage in Space. End of Three Science Fiction Stories by Jack Williamson The stories were recorded by Phil Chenevere. Hope you enjoyed them.


Hey, Bolo buddies. Thanks for watching. All right in this video.  What I paid for it and what it sold for so these items I picked up at thrift stores garage sales estate sales pretty much anywhere. I can find a good deal so we're gonna start here with the first one and And these are so so cute look at these and Look at that caterpillar. Oh my goodness. I just adore these just the cuteness They are made by Hildi HILDI. I have never heard of this brand But found these at a garage sale and just loved them. I don't know. I'm thinking maybe parting them out Would have been a better way to go. Some of them have a little bit of condition issues I just disclosed that in the title and I put discolorations read and then included more information here, but these are wall hangings I paid three dollars for these at a garage sale and I sold them for 81 dollars and 25 cents and the buyer paid Shipping and the buyer is Pinky's second-hand store. She has an awesome eBay store Definitely go and check her out. She has some beautiful jewelry. I think she got this from me on what not. Oh Nice I'm almost positive She is a huge support to the channel. If you guys are not following me on what not I sell more than jewelry So come and watch the shows. I'm doing the Goodwill Benz the lost footage. It has been super super fun I had a Fisher price little people show So I'm gonna have a crafting show in the future. It's gonna be fun So come over to what not there's a link down below you can get $15 to shop when you join what not I will link Pinky's second-hand store down below. This is her eBay store and she is awesome So thank you for your purchase The next item is this Yoshi yarn green Little stuffed animal you guys. He's a little teeny guy. Look at him. He's only that big three inches Oh my goodness. I got it at the Goodwill Benz. That is what it says on the bottom. It's by Nintendo This is a Bolo probably have about a quarter in this maybe 50 cents by weight sold it for $39 plus shipping The next item is this genuine cannon toner ink cartridge my sister gave me this so this was free to me Love it sold it for $54 in the buyer paid shipping She's like do you want this? I'm like, of course. I'm a reseller The next item is this wooden puzzle artifact brand Eiffel Tower 135 pieces whimsical Pieces complete it is a puzzle and let me just show you what these pieces look like see how they're shaped These are always something to be on the lookout for now this brand I had not heard of but I priced it high because the pieces were wood and they were in cool shapes And I ended up selling this for a best offer of $70 plus shipping and I got it at a garage sale for $3 and it sold very quickly This little guy is adorable. It's a vintage Dakin baby things musical rainbow cloud plush wind up toy. It's from 1983 It is so stinking cute. It does have a little discoloration But it still sold for $42 and 25 cents plus shipping and I picked this up at the Goodwill bins Look how cute that is The next item is this hunger games Katniss doll. This took a long time to sell I got it at a garage sale for $2 sold it for my sale price of $64.99 plus shipping. So definitely worth the wait Just stood strong on that price and waited for the right buyer This one, okay, this was really weird there I got offer and offer and offer and offer on this one somebody a friend of mine lucky day shop She's like, oh, she's like, yeah those sorority pins and stuff like that anything fraternity or sorority Some of them can do well and I was like really because I don't know a whole lot about pins And I was digging through pins and we were talking on the phone and she told me that so check out lucky day shop She sells jewelry over on what not and that is her what not name. She also made The earrings that I have in right now And I have these available over on what not if you guys are looking for some merch I've got Halloween Thanksgiving and this just the standard they're $5 each So affordable merch on what not made by lucky day shop. Definitely check her out. Give her a follow and Again that link down below. You can get $15 to shop. They hang awesome and they're super fun. So five dollar five That's all they are and if you have that free money, you can use it towards your earrings So referral link down below get your $15 and come hang out with me on what not. All right Let's get back to the regularly scheduled series. Did I do that? I did that I did it I did it. I can't take it back. All right. Let's see. Where were we? Okay, so the sorority pen sorority. Yes, and I used Google lens I think to figure this one out and it's got this information on the back But anyway, I got so many offers on this. I think it was it during a time when they were having some sort of Something something was going on with the sororities. It was good timing But I got offer and offer and offer I had it on an auction and everybody kept just sending me offers And I'm like, no, no, no, no, no so I Relisted it at a buy it now and I believe my buy it now was higher than my auction start price And I sold it for full asking price of 5580 plus shipping So that was a little lesson learned right there that sorority and fraternity items do well At least pens at least in this situation. Maybe it's a Delta Gamma. Maybe that's a good one. I don't know All right, this gans webkins pitbull. I got this at the Goodwill Benz This guy I took a best offer of a hundred dollars and the buyer paid shipping now Not all webkins are created equal definitely look them up though Wow, some of them can just go for big bucks I do have a video on webkins the ones that sell for big money This was not one of them so I am really thankful that I looked it up and when I didn't see any others I priced it high and sold it for a hundred bucks Oh the wedding dresses I would not consider this a bolo I am never picking up another wet wedding dress again ever ever ever ever I did sell it for 50 bucks the buyer paid shipping I probably have 15 or 20 left I probably got like 50 of them somebody on facebook marketplace messaged me and asked me if I wanted them all free I sent my husband to get him. I'm like free. Sure. Uh, yeah, no They were horrible to list. I had to like put all of the imperfections like look at this Dress details I had to do this on every single dress it was A nightmare but back then I didn't mind as much because I sold clothing so it wasn't as big of a deal But would I buy these again? I didn't even buy these but would I buy them or get them free? No pass pass pass. I'm not getting them um, no, but I have made a lot of money on them It was just a lot of work and a lot of them are long tail But I sold it for 50 dollars and the buyer paid shipping. So you guys do what you want to do Can you sell wedding dresses? Yes, this is probably vintage But I wasn't sure how to date them. So I did not put vintage in the title Vintage Christmas handmade felt sequin bells tree skirt tabletopper fringe. This is awesome I got this at a thrift store for two dollars and I sold it for 97 dollars and 50 cents anytime you see these pick them up There's also felt stockings if those are pre-made. It doesn't matter if they're pre-made these come out of kits and people make them They will sell this even had some conditions stains a little staining on it and it still sold for almost 100 dollars So a nice little bolo. The next item is this walco indian beaded bead craft kit loom. It's really cool. The graphics are fantastic It is vintage. I got this at a thrift store for five dollars. I'm guessing these beads are pretty cool condition not really great, but Ended up selling this for a best offer of 41 dollars in the buyer paid shipping It is a techie toys halloween spirit scary flying monsters grim reaper noise and sound and I put this over on my youtube channel showing that the item worked So basically I didn't put it on um a thing to like fly it Because i'm pretty sure it had never been used But I took it out and I plugged it in and I made sure all the rotation and all of that stuff worked And I put it on my youtube channel with a demo video I should have put a demo video in the listing because The buyer when they bought it. They sent me a message. It was already like it was predetermined that it didn't work um They said if this item does not work, I will be returning it But I can't cancel the order because if I cancel the order Then i'm gonna get a ding on my account and I don't want that So guess what guys they opened a return saying it doesn't work I even sent them a message back saying okay. Thanks. No problem. I tested the product. It's in working condition and I still got and I got a An open return right now i'm waiting to get it back And you know sometimes you just know there's going to be a problem, but there's nothing you can do about it What did I I bought this at a garage sale for a dollar sold it for 45 50 So definitely a bolo. I will try to keep you guys updated on that The next item was an awesome surprise. It is a vintage har frogman figural brooch Pin enamel. This is a harder to find brooch. I flipped it over And it said har. I'm not sure what brand that is But what I will tell you is this thing was in Such great condition the enamel looked so good on it. I priced it high I ended up taking a best offer of 75 just to move it. Um I probably could have held out for more. It is really really cool And I buyer was all in for 84 dollars. The next item are these skunks. All right speaking of what not These skunks I brought them to what not. I think they were in one of my christmas Mystery boxes. So I was selling them during a christmas show. So probably not the best time to sell it But they do have some marks on them like on the tail there. They were not in perfect condition. These are chalkwear Chalkwear always pick it up. But what is more cool about it is they are skunks I mean I don't know. I think I started them at five dollars on what not and nobody bought them and I said, you know what I'm bringing them to ebay because I know I can sell these bad boys and I know they're a bolo Sold them for 40 dollars in the buyer page shipping. So Do I bring things to what not that I will sell? Yes. Yes, I do I do not use what not as a platform to sell things that I don't want to sell on ebay I bring everything like right now. I'm currently doing the goodwill bins Videos and it is everything that I bought for myself to sell. I'm bringing it to what not uncurated So come check out those shows. I think I've done two or three I probably have two totes full That are still coming to what not that's the unseen uh footage or The lost footage it will never be seen because I deleted the videos So I'm bringing all that to what not so grab that link get your $15 to shop and come hang out This is a um Hat a beret hat. I think that's how you say it and this is a beret hat also And she picked both of these up for $80 plus shipping and this was also purchased by pinkie's secondhand store You guys I will link her down below go give her a follow She is so supportive in the reseller community and she has just been so great to me She purchases from me like I don't know three or four times a month and I just really appreciate her I got these at a state sale And they are super super cool. They are wave vintage And here is I wanted to show you guys the tag. Here's the tag of the other one So you can see made in scotland just really cool pieces The next item is this vintage Beatrice Potter printed cross stitch kit. It's for like a nursery. It's by erica wilson from 1977 and it is so cool and Somebody picked this up for a best offer of 45 dollars plus shipping. I got it at an estate sale probably had about a dollar This is a vintage lawn wear hanging patio RV camping swag lamp. How cool is that? I picked I think four of these up at a garage sale. Maybe six I think four two were this color and two were like a cream color And that's what they look like on the bottom. I paid five dollars each and this one sold for a best offer of $50 plus shipping And it looks like I have one left This big old plush dalmatian by melissa and dug. I put lifelike. I think a better word would be realistic, uh, not I I listed this a while ago and realistic is definitely a better word I got it at a garage sale for five dollars Sold it for 65 in the buyer page shipping And the last item sold so fast and I have one other one listed in a different style without the tags same print So I'm guessing it's going to sell pretty quick also This is a veera bradley and it's got sloths on it. Look at this print. Oh my goodness the cuteness, right? I sold this for 81 dollars and 25 cents the buyer paid shipping and I got this at a garage sale for two dollars That's it two dollars And the buyer paid shipping on this one. All right, you guys, thank you so much for being here Thank you for watching. Be sure to like comment subscribe and share check out my description down below I've got a facebook group instagram. I also Use list perfectly to cross post my items you can use coupon referral code Bolo buddies all one word to get 30 off your first month of list perfectly There's a demo video down there if you're not selling on multiple platforms Definitely check that out. I also have what sold videos for poshmark and mercari if you want to see what's selling on those platforms Mercari is great for toys and plush. I love it Mercari if you want to join mercari you can get $10 to shop when you join another $20 to shop when you sell $100 worth of stuff. I couldn't remember it's $30 total So grab that link down below. 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From around the globe, it's theCUBE with digital coverage of AnsibleFest 2020, brought to you by Red Hat. Welcome back to theCUBE virtual coverage of AnsibleFest 2020 virtual, not face-to-face this year, obviously because of COVID and all events are going virtual. This is theCUBE virtual. I'm excited to have on CUBE alumni, Mandy Wadeley, who's the senior director of DevNet and Cisco certification. Mandy, great to see you. Thank you, virtually. Great to see you too. It's exciting to be here with theCUBE again and especially here at AnsibleFest. Last time we saw each other at a physical event was Barcelona in January, obviously the world's taking a turn. Obviously a lot of people online learning, it's been great. A lot more Dev Ops sec things going on. We'll get into that in a second, but I want to first talk about you and your role at Cisco and Red Hat Ansible.  What are customers experiencing and what are their expectations around automation, the big theme of this conference? Absolutely. So in terms of the community that I work with at Cisco, it's our DevNet and our learning community, all of our Cisco certified engineers, as well as our DevNet developer audience. And so automation is at the core of what they're working on and we've seen even the move to more work from home, all the virtual things that we're dealing with, that's even more emphasis on companies needing to do automation and needing to have the skills to build that within their teams. So we're really seeing that everyone has expectations around platforms being able to have open APIs, integrate with tool sets, having choice in how they integrate things into their different workflows that they may already be using. And then we're seeing a big demand for people wanting to skill up and learn about automation, learn about Ansible, learn about Python. Our new DevNet certifications, they actually cover Cisco platforms as well as industry standard topics like Python and Ansible. And we've seen really great feedback from the community around loving that combination of getting to work really deeply with our Cisco technologies, as well as learning things like Ansible and Python. We had a special challenge when we launched the DevNet certifications for the first 500 people to earn that certification. And we were really excited to see the community achieve that within the first 16 days. So I just think that shows, you know, how important automation is to our community right now. What do you hear from customers around this certification opportunity around Ansible and Python? Can you give an example? So what we're hearing from companies and customers and individual developers is that they're having to deal with more scale. They are seeing more opportunity to handle consistent policy, to make sure configurations are consistent. All of these things are really important right now with the scale they're trying to handle. And so they're looking for ways that they can quickly add these skills to their tool set. And since we are working from home, not traveling as much, everyone schedules a little bit different, there is extra opportunity for teams to dig in and do some learning. So, you know, leaders, IT leaders are looking for, how do they work with their teams to go after these skills and add them into their way that they approach problems, the way they solve problems. And then individuals are looking for how they add them to open up new job roles, new opportunities for themselves. Well, I want to give you a shout out and props and kudos for the work you guys have done over at DevNet. We've watched the evolution. I'll see you guys have transformed the learning but also the API enabled products and economy that Cisco is driving with the SaaS. This is consistent with Ansible's success in the cloud and on premise with private cloud. Again, cloud, ops, sec, everything's kind of happening. Tell us the importance of automation within the Cisco products and how Ansible fits in. Absolutely. So, you know, like I said earlier, having this open APIs really across the whole Cisco portfolio and up and down the stock at the device level, at the controller level. That's part of our strategy. It's important to our customers. It's important to Cisco. We actually have a developer event, DevNet Create coming up. And Chuck Robbins will be talking about some of that importance of developers and automation in the Cisco strategy at DevNet Create. So maybe you can tune in and see some of that as well. We have been working with Ansible since early on in terms of how we bring Cisco technologies together with Ansible. And as Ansible moved to the new collections, we stepped into that very early. We knew it was important to have a seamless transition around that for our community. And that's been a big part of our work this year in terms of how we've been working with Ansible and getting ready for the new collection structure. You know, the people who are watching and know theCUBE know that, or maybe new to theCUBE and our work, know that I've been a cheerleader for CloudNative, but now it's actually happening, Mandy. We've been cheering it on and saying it's going to happen. CloudNative and the modern app focus, again, this is some of the narrative on the inside, you know, the industry is now mainstream. This is really a big deal because it's now DevOps and Sec. So all that's happening mainstream, the rise of Kubernetes, everything is on the front burner when it comes to CloudNative. So I got to ask you, how do the developers here at AnsibleFest get to learn more about Cisco? Because now you're bringing everything together, the automation up and down the stack from modern apps down to the plumbing, network's certainly super important from Edge, 5G's right around the corner. This is a business enterprise opportunity. How can developers at AnsibleFest learn more about Cisco? Fantastic. Yes, the one place to learn about all of our Cisco platforms, and like you said, how all of these things, CloudNative, DevOps, DevSecOps, how all of these things are coming together, you can learn about it at developer.sysgo.com. It's where all of our developer resources are, it's where you can find, if you're wanting to get started with Cisco products and Ansible, we have learning labs, engineer to engineer tutorials, videos, sample code, all kinds of the resources to help people get started on that journey. And the other thing we're really seeing is, like you said, this coming together and the real move in enterprises towards DevOps is creating all of these new job roles around DevSecOps and network automation engineer and web scale developer. And one of the things we're seeing is people are needing to add skills to their current skill set, mix and match, bringing hardware and software together, Cloud and networking skills and development skills to really meet the need for these new job roles, which is being driven by the business demands that we're facing. And that's one of the things that we're working really hard on in the DevNet and Cisco community right now. Can't go wrong by continuing your career at Cisco and certainly configuration management software comes together is awesome. So thanks for sharing that. One of the topics at Ansible Fest 2020 virtual this year is the theme is kind of three things as we heard on some of the interviews. Collections, collections, collections. This notion of Ansible automation platform has numerous Cisco certified collections. Can you share some insight and anecdotes from your community on from the DevNet users and what they're dealing with day-to-day around automation and how these collections and the certified collections fits in? Yeah, absolutely. So part of my team has been working with our community with Ansible to bring the Cisco Ansible collections together. And it's been a big part of our work throughout the year and we've seen tremendous use by the community. So we've been following the downloads of people downloading connections and using them. It's growing rapidly. We are really excited to see the use of the community and then the community interests support. And then we're doing our best to make sure that we have playbooks in our DevNet code exchange so people can go in and find them that we're helping people understand collections and how all of that fits together in the current Ansible structure. And we've just seen tremendous interest and response from the community on that. How does this tie into security automation? Another theme that comes up, you have a network, you got cloud, you got security, intrusion detection, prevention. These are all useful things to DevNet users. How does that all fit in? Security is one of the areas that I'm consistently hearing about from our community and customers. I think people are really looking for how they can deal with increased scale, how they can increase the scale that they're able to deal with and keep it secure. We're seeing people want to take quick action when a malicious activity occurs or even something like ensuring that policy is consistent across a range of security endpoints. And these are all places where automation can really help out and help teams manage the scale that they're having to deal with. So one of the things we've been working with is showing some learning labs on DevNet that combine using Ansible with our security products to help people tackle some of those use cases. We have an area called Automation Exchange and it's all about these automation use cases and giving you the sample code to get started on tackling some of these harder use cases. And that's where we have seen a lot of interest around security. On a broader scale, could you tell us where you see NetOps going? I mean, it's a big theme, Susie, we, April, yourself, we've all chatted about this in the past, NetOps or DevOps for network, networking ops, basically DevOps for networking, basically. Yes. Where's this, where's it going in the future? Where are we on the progress? Certainly it's been great evolution. How is DevNet evolving to push this mission forward? So one of the things that we talk with customers a lot about when they are moving down this pathway to bringing DevOps to the way that they run their network is we talk about a walk, run, fly progression and walk is where there are use cases where maybe you are only doing read-only type things and you're gathering insight, you're gathering information to help with troubleshooting, you're gathering information that maybe gets packaged up into a ticket that then an engineer takes action on. And this is a great place where a lot of organizations can start. If they are learning these skills, building these practices, they don't have to worry about it making changes but they get a lot of the benefit of the automation. So we're recommending that to companies who are getting started, teams that are getting started as a place to start their automation journey. And then really moving through that progression of next, taking some automated action all the way to that full DevOps life cycle and workflow. And we're seeing companies move through that progression as their teams also move through that progression. You know, just as a side note, one of the things we've been riffing on lately around the cloud native as you know now, it's mainstream as we just talked about is that the integrations are a big part of it. So you can have an environment that has a little bit of that, a little bit of this, a lot of integrations because of APIs and also microservices, you've got Kubernetes around to tie it on, glue it all together. You got DevNet Create coming up, right? And you guys always have a great DevNet zone at your events. It's a real learning environment. Talk to the Ansible developers in the community out there and how you guys work together for these classes because you guys have a lot of learning. There's like a cross-section of the communities that work together, some don't, some do. The cloud native really enables the integrations to happen quicker. Can you just share what's going on at DevNet Create and your world? Absolutely. So, and it's great because John, you were at our first DevNet Create years ago when we started it. So it's really exciting. This is our first virtual DevNet Create that's October 13th. And we had planned it to be an in-person event in March right when the pandemic hit the US. And so we had to re-plan and regroup and bring it to a virtual audience this fall. And it's actually been great with our virtual events. We've been able to see how there's so many more people who can participate, who can learn, who can be a part of that community because it's not only limited to the people who can be there in person. So we're actually really excited about that virtual part of it. DevNet Create is the event where we have speakers from all over our community, from companies, from partners, from community groups, and all kinds of technologies. Like you said, it's a great place to look at the integrations. So you'll find talks on Ansible, you'll find talks on Kubernetes, you'll find talks on IoT, you'll find talks on mashing up different APIs to go after use cases. And it's really about that strength of the community speakers that brings a lot of excellent content in to DevNet Create. And we're so thankful for them and the way that our community likes to, you know, step up and share and help each other. Well, yes, we were there for the first one. We'll still be there with you. But the question that comes up, and I'd like you to just quickly take a minute to clarify, the difference between DevNet and DevNet Create, because there is a nuance here. It's important. Take a minute to explain DevNet and DevNet Create and the objective of it. Absolutely. So DevNet, our DevNet zone event which happened typically in our Cisco lives, they have more of a focus on our more network engineer community who is spanning into programmability, DevOps, moving that direction. Because it happens within a Cisco live event, normally the DevNet zone. DevNet Create is our conference that started to focus on the application developer, the cloud developer, and how they are starting to tackle some of these hybrid use cases. And so DevNet Create is the place where, you know, that really comes together. Last year, Susie and I were on stage and we really wanted to know kind of what aspect people were bringing to the conference and we asked the community, you know, how many people are really focused on application development in their day job? That's their main focus. How many people are more on the off side? Infrastructure developer, DevOps, engineer. And then how many people are really working to bridge that? And it was one third, one third, one third in terms of the people at Create that year. And that was just really great to see. And to me, I think really shows the community that's building around DevNet Create. And if you look at the trends too, the discussions are about modern applications. And certainly with COVID, people are looking at this and saying, hey, it's an opportunity to use this pandemic and look at the opportunities that be very agile and create these modern apps, which require programmability, which require distractions away from the complexity, all the way down to the network. I mean, it really is a great vision. Yeah. And even things like, you know, using things with Meraki cameras, with using things like our collaboration products to build those use cases that are really helping out in a lot of the new challenges that we're facing. So that's all what you can find at DevNet Create. It's one of my favorite events because it does cover such a range of topics. I remember my first interview at one of your first event with Todd Nightingale. He was doing the Meraki thing. Now he's running a lot of the big part of the business there, but it really was a great vision. You guys really nailed it. Hats off to you guys. Kudos, props, congratulations, and stay safe. And we'll see you at your event. Thanks for joining me. Thank you so much. And thanks to Ansible Fest. Okay, this is theCUBE virtual coverage. I'm John Furrier, your host with Ansible Fest 2020. Thanks for watching.