17 Astro Roger yelled Tom. He opened his eyes and then felt the weight on his chest. A section of the control board had fallen across him, pinning his left arm to his side. He reached for the railing around the acceleration chair with his right and discovered he still held the switch for the water sprinkler. He started to flip it on, then sniff the air and spelling no trace of smoke dropped the switch. He unstrapped himself from the acceleration chair with his right hand and then slowly, with great effort, pushed the section of the control board off him. He stood up rubbing his left arm. Astro Roger he called again and scrambled over the broken equipment that was strewn over the deck. He stumbled over more rubble that was once a precision instrument panel and climbed the ladder leading to the radar deck. Roger he yelled Roger are you all right? He pushed several shattered instruments out of the way and looked around the shambles that once had been a room. He didn't see Roger. He began to scramble through the litter on the deck, kicking aside instruments that were nearly priceless so delicately were they made. Suddenly a wave of cold fear gripped him and he began tearing through the rubble desperately. From beneath a heavy tube casing he could see the outstretched arm of Roger. He squatted down bending his legs and keeping his back straight. Then gripping the heavy casing on one side he tried to stand up. It was too much for him. He lifted it three inches and then had to let it go. Tom Roger Tom heard the bull-like roar of Astro below him and stumbled over to the head of the ladder. Up here Astro he yelled. On the radar deck Roger spinned under the radar scanner casing. Tom turned back to the casing and looking around the littered deck desperately grabbed an eight foot length of steel pipe that had been snapped off like a twig by the force of the crash. Barely able to lift it he shoved it with all his strength to get the end of the pipe beneath the casing. Here let me get at that thing growled Astro from behind. Tom stepped back half falling out of the Venusian's way and watched as Astro got down on his hands and knees putting his shoulder against the case. He lifted it about three inches then slowly still balancing the weight on his shoulder shifted his position, braced it with his hands and began to straighten up. The casing came up from the floor as the huge cadet strained against it. Alright Tom he gasped. See if you can get ahold of Roger and pull him out. Tom scrambled back and grabbed Roger's uniform. He pulled and slowly the cadet's form slid from beneath the casing. Alright Astro said Tom I've got him. Astro began to lower the casing in the same manner in which he had lifted it. He eased it back down to the floor on his knees and dropped it the last few inches. He sat on the floor beside it and hung his head between his knees. Are you alright Astro? Asked Tom. Never mind me panted Astro between deep gasps for breath. Just see if hot shot is OK. Tom quickly ran his hands up and down Roger's arms and legs. His chest collar bone and at last with gently probing fingers his head. No broken bones he said still looking at Roger but I don't know about internal injuries. He wasn't pinned under that thing said Astro at last. It was resting on a beam. No weight was on him. Oh, boned Roger. Roger sit Tom gently. Roger are you alright?  Take it easy hot shots at Astro. That head of yours is OK. Nothing but nothing could hurt it. Oh, groaned Roger sitting up. I don't know which is worse, feeling the way I do or waking up and listening to you again. Tom sat back with a smile. Roger's remark clinched it. No one was hurt. Well said Astro at last. Where do we go from here? First thing I suggest we do is take a survey and see what's left said Tom. I came up from the power deck said Astro all the way through the ship. You see this radar deck? He made a sweeping gesture around the room that looked like a junk heap. Well, it's in good shape compared to the rest of the ship. The power deck has the rocket motors where the master panel should be and the panel is ready to go in what's left of the reactant chamber.  The three boys considered the fate of the jet boat soberly. Finally Astro broke the silence with a question. Where do you think we are? Here in the new Sahara Desert, answered Tom, I had the chart projector on just before we splashed in, but I can't tell you any more than that. Well, at least we have plenty of water, sighed Roger. You had plenty of water. The tanks were smashed when we came in, not even a puddle left in a corner. Of course it might rain, said Roger. Tom gave a short laugh. The last time it rained in this place dinosaurs were roaming around on earth. How about food, asked Roger. Plenty of that answered Astro. This is a passenger ship, remember? They have everything you could ask for, including smoked Venusian fatfish. Then let's get out of here and take a look, said Tom. The three bruised but otherwise healthy cadets climbed slowly down to the control deck and headed for the galley, where Tom found six plastic containers of Martian water. Spaceman, this is the biggest hunk of luck we've had in the last two hours, said Roger, taking one of the containers. Why two hours, Roger? asked Astro, puzzled. Two hours ago we were still in space, expecting to splash in, said Tom. He opened one of the containers and offered it to Astro. Take it easy, Astro, said Tom. Unless we find something else to drink, this might have to last a long time. Yes, said Roger, a long time. I've been thinking about our chances of getting out of this mess. Well, asked Astro, what is the great manning brain, figured out. There's no chance at all, said Roger, slowly. You're wrong, Corbett, about this being midday. It's early morning. He pointed to a chronometer on the bulkhead behind Astro. It's still running. I made a mental note before we splashed in. It was eight-oh-seven. The clock says nine-oh-three. It doesn't begin to get hot here until three in the afternoon. I think you're wrong two ways, said Tom. In the first place, Captain Strong probably has a unit out looking for us right now. And in the second place, as long as we stay with the ship, we've got shade. The sun is only bad because the atmosphere is thinner here on Mars and easier to burn through. But if we stay out of the sun, we're OK. Just sit back and wait for strong. Roger shrugged his shoulders. Well-common at Astro with a grin. I'm not going to sit around waiting for strong without eating. He tore open a plastic package of roast beef sandwiches and began eating. Tom measured out three small cups of Martian water. After we eat, suggested Roger. I think we ought to take a look around outside and try to set up an identification signal. That's a good idea, said Tom. But don't you think the ship itself is big enough for that? Yes, answered Roger. I guess you're right. Boy, said Astro. We sure are lucky to still be able to argue. That's about all you can call it. Luck, Spaceman's luck, said Tom. The only reason I can figure why we didn't wind up as permanent part of the scenery around here is because of the course we were on. How do you figure that, asked Astro? Luckily, I mean luckily. We were on a course that took a smack onto the surface of Mars. And our speed was great enough to resist the gravity pull of the planet, keeping us horizontal with the surface of the desert. We skidded in like a kid does on a sled, instead of coming in on our nose. Well, blast my jets, said Astro softly. In that case, said Roger, we must have left a pretty long skid mark in back of us. That should be easy to see when the jet scouts come looking for us, commented Astro. I wonder if we could rig up some sort of emergency signal so we could send out a relative position. How are you going to get the position, asked Astro? I can give you some sort of position as soon as I get outside and take a sight on the sun, replied Roger. Can you do it without your astrogation prism, asked Astro? Navigation, not astrogation, Astro, said Roger, like the ancient sailors used to use on the oceans back on Earth hundreds of years ago. Only thing is, I'll have to work up the logarithms by hand instead of using the computer. Might be a little rough, but it'll be close enough for what we want. The three cadets finished the remaining sandwiches and then picked their way back through the ship to the control deck. There they rummaged through the pile of broken and shattered instruments. If we could just find one tube that hasn't been damaged, I think I might be able to rig up some sort of one long communication set, said Roger. It might have enough range to get a message to the nearest atmosphere booster station. Nothing but a pile of junk here, Roger, said Tom. We might find something on the radar deck. The three members of the Polaris unit climbed over the rubble and made their way to the radar deck and started their search for an undamaged tube. After forty-five minutes of searching, Roger stood up and discussed. Nothing, he said sourly. That kills any hope of getting a message out, said Tom. By the craters of Luna, said Astro, wiping his forehead, I didn't notice it before. But it's getting hotter here than on the power deck on a trip to Mercury. Do we have any flares, asked Roger? No, Al James used them all, answered Tom. That does it, said Roger, in another couple of hours when, and if any one shows up, all they'll find is three space cadets fried on the half-shell of a spaceship. Listen, Roger, said Tom. As soon as we fail to check in, the whole Mars solar guard fleet will be out looking for us. Our last report will show them we were heading in this direction. It won't take Captain Strong Long to figure out that we might have run out of fuel.  What's that, asked Astro sharply? From a distance the three cadets could hear a low moaning and wailing. They rushed to the crystal port and looked out on the endless miles of brown sand, stretching as far as the horizon and meeting the cloudless blue sky. Shimmering in the heat, the new Sahara Desert of Mars was just beginning to warm up for the day under the bleaching sun. The thin atmosphere offered little protection against the blazing heat rays. Nothing but sand, said Tom. Maybe something is still hot on the power deck. He looked at Astro. I checked it before I came topside, said Astro. I've heard that noise before. It can only mean one thing. What's that, asked Roger? Astro turned quickly and walked to the opposite side of the littered control deck. He pushed a pile of junk out of the way for a clear view of the outside. Is your answer, said Astro, pointing at the port? By the rings of Saturn, look at that, cried Tom. He asked, said Roger. Black as the fingernails of a titan miner. That's a sandstorm, Astro said, finally. It blows as long as a week and can pile up sand for 200 feet. Sometimes the velocity reaches as much as 160 miles an hour. Once in the South we got caught in one, and it was so bad we had the blast off, and it took all the power we had to do it. The three cadets stood transfixed as they gazed through the crystal port at the oncoming storm. The tremendous black cloud rolled towards the spaceship in huge foals that billowed upward and back in 3,000-foot waves. The roar and wail of the wind grew louder, rising in pitch until it was a shrill scream. We'd better get down to the power deck, said Tom, and take some oxygen bottles along with us just in case.  We might be holed in for a long time. Why go down to the power deck, asked Roger. There's a huge hole in the upper part of the ship's hull. The sand will come in here by the ton, and there's nothing to stop it, Tom answered Roger. But kept his eye on the churning black cloud. Already the first gusts of wind were lashing at the stricken Lady Venus. End of chapter 17. Chapter 18 of Standby for Mars. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Standby for Mars by Kerry Rockwell. Chapter 18. You think it'll last much longer, asked Astro? I don't know, old fellow, replied Tom. You know sometimes you can hear the wind even through the skin of the ship, commented Roger. For two days the cadets of the Polaris unit had been held prisoner in the power deck, while the violence of the new Sahara sandstorm raged around them outside the ship.  After many attempts to repair a small generator, Astro finally succeeded, only to discover that he had no means of running the unit. His plan was to relieve the rapidly weakening emergency batteries with a more steady source of power. While Astro occupied himself repairing the generator, Tom and Roger had slept, but after the first day when sleep would no longer come they resorted to plain checkers with washers and nuts on a board scratched on the deck. Think it's going to let up soon, asked Roger? They've been known to last for a week or more, said Astro. Wonder if Strong has discovered we're missing, mused Roger. Sure he has, replied Tom. He's a real spaceman. Can smell out trouble like a telemetered alarm system. Astro got up and stretched. I'll bet we're out of this five hours after the sand settles down. The big Venusian walked to the side of the power deck and pressed his ear against the hull, listening for the sound of the wind. After a few seconds he turned back. I can't hear a thing, fellas. I have a feeling it's about played itself out. Of course reasoned Tom. We have no real way of knowing when it's stopped and when it hasn't. Want to open the hatch and take a look, asked Astro? Tom looked questioningly at Roger, who nodded his head in agreement. One walked over to the hatch and began undogging the heavy door. As the last of the heavy metal bars was raised, sand began to trickle inside around the edges. Astro bent down and sifted a handful through his fingers. It's so fine, it's like powder, he said, as it fell to the deck in a fine cloud. Come on, said Tom, give me a hand with this hatch. It's probably jammed up against the sand on the other side. Tom, Roger, and Astro braced their shoulders against the door, but when they tried to push, they lost their footing and slipped down. Astro dragged over a section of lead baffle, jammed it between the rocket motors, and placed his feet up against it. Tom and Roger got on either side of him and pressed their shoulders against the door. All right, said Tom, when I give the word, let's all push together. Ready? All set, said Astro. Let's go, said Roger. OK, then. One, two, three, push. Together the three cadets strained against the heavy steel hatch. The muscles in Astro's legs bulged into knots as he applied his great weight and strength against the door. Roger, his face twisted into agreements from the effort, finally slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. Roger asked Tom quickly, are you all right? Roger nodded his head, but stayed where he was, breathing deeply. Finally recovering his strength, he rose and stood up against a hatch with his two unit mates.  Don't try to push it all at once. Slow and steady does it. That way you get more out of your effort. OK, said Tom. Roger nodded. Again they braced themselves against the hatch. One, two, three, push, counted Tom. Slowly, applying the pressure evenly, they heaved against the steel hatch. Tom's head swam dizzily as the blood raced through his veins. Keep going, gasped Astro. I think it's giving a little. Tom and Roger pushed with the last ounce of strength in their bodies, and after a final desperate effort, slumped to the floor breathless. Astro continued to push, but a moment later relaxed and slipped down beside Tom and Roger. They sat on the deck for nearly five minutes, gasping for ear. Like began Roger. Like father, like son, he blurted the words out bitterly. Like who? asked Astro. Like my father, said Roger, in a hard voice, he got up and walked unsteadily over to the oxygen bottle and kicked it empty, he said with a harsh laugh. Empty, and we only have one more bottle. Empty as my head the day I got into this space-happy outfit. You're going to start that again, growled Astro. I thought you had grown out of your childish belly aching about the academy. Astro eyed the blonde cadet with a cold eye, and now, just because you're in a tough spot, you start whining again. Knock it off, Astro, snapped Tom. Come on, let's give this hatch another try. I think it gave a little on that last push. Never say die, Corbett snarled Roger. Let's give it the old try for dear old Space Academy. Tom whirled around and stood face to face with Manning. I think maybe Astro's right, Roger, he said coldly.  That's right, said Roger coldly. I'm just what you say. Go ahead and push against that hatch until your insides drop out and see if you can open it. He paused and looked directly at Tom. If that sand has penetrated inside the ship far enough and heavily enough to jam that hatch, you can imagine what it is on top, outside, a mountain of sand, and we're buried under it with about eight hours of oxygen left. Tom and Astro were silent, thinking about the truth in Roger's words.  You were counting on the ship being spotted by Captain Strong, or part of a supposed searching party. What makes you think three cadets are so important that the solar guard will take time out to look for us?  We're stuck, Corbett, so lay off that last chance, do or die, routine. I've been eating glory all my life.  And that's just to sit here and wait for it to come. And if they pin the metal, the solar metal on me? I'm going to be up there where all good spacemen go, having the last laugh, when they put my name alongside my father's. Your father's? Asked Tom bewilderedly. Yes, my father. Kenneth Roger Manning, captain in the solar guard, graduate of Space Academy, class of 2329, killed while on duty in space, June 2335. Award at the solar metal, posthumously. Leaving a widow and one son, me. Roger and Tom looked at each other, dumbfounded. Surprised, huh? Roger's voice grew bitter. Maybe that clears up a few things for you. Like why I never missed on an exam. I never missed because I've lived with Academy textbooks since I was old enough to read. Or why I wanted the radar deck instead of the control deck. I didn't want to have to make a decision. My father had to make a decision once a skipper and a pilot of the ship.  He died saving a bum, a no-good space-crawling rat. Tom and Astro sat stupefied at Roger's bitter triad. He turned away from them and gave a short laugh. I've lived with only one idea in my head since I was big enough to know why other kids had fathers to play ball with them, and I didn't. To get into the Academy, get the training, and then get out and cash in. Other kids had fathers. All I had was a lousy hunk of gold, worth exactly five hundred credits, a solar medal, and my mother trying to scrape by on a lousy pension. That was only enough to keep us going, but not enough to get me the extra things other kids had. It couldn't bring back my father. That night, in Galaxy Hall, when you were crying, asked Tom, though eavesdropping is one of your talents, too, huh, Corbett? asked Roger sarcastically. Now, wait a minute, Roger, said Astro, getting up.  He paused and looked back at Tom. Remember that night on the monorail, going into Atom City? That man, Bernard, who bought dinner for us? He was a boyhood friend of my father's. He didn't recognize me, and I didn't tell him who I was, because I didn't want you space creeps to know that much about me. And remember when I gave Al James the brush in that restaurant in Atom City? He was talking about the old days, and he might have spilled the beans, too. It all adds up, doesn't it? I had a reason, I told you, and it's just this. To make Space Academy pay me back, to train me, to be one of the best astrogators in the universe, so I could go into commercial ships, and pile up credits, plenty of credits, and have a good life, and be sure my mother had a good life, what's left of it. And the whole thing goes right back to when my father made the decision to let a space rat live and die in his place. So leave me alone with your last big efforts, and grandstand play for glory.  I don't know what to say, Roger, began Tom. Don't try to say anything, Tom, said Astro. There was a coldness in his voice that made Tom turn around and stare questioningly at the big Venusian. You can't answer him, because you came from a good home, with a mom and pop and brother and sister.  You can't answer Mr. Hot Shop Manning, but I can. What do you mean, asked Tom? I mean that Manning doesn't know what it is to really have it tough. You got a real hard luck story on big boy, snarled Roger? Yes I have, growled Astro.  At least you know about your father.  I didn't have anything, nothing. Did you hear that, Manning? I didn't even have a pair of shoes until I found a kid at the Venusport spaceport one day. And figured his shoes would fit me. I beat the space gas out of him and took his shoes. And then they were so tight they hurt my feet. I don't know who my father was, nothing about him, except that he was a spaceman, a rocket-buster like me, and my mother. She died when I was born. Since I can remember I've been on my own. When I was twelve I was hanging around the spaceport day and night. I learned to buck rockets by going aboard when the ships were cradled for repairs, running dry runs, going through the motions. I talked to spacemen, all who would listen to me.  What little education I got, I picked up listening to the crew talk on long hops, and listening to every audio slide I could get my hands on. I had it tough, and because I have it tough I want to forget about it. I don't want to be reminded what it was like to be so hungry that I'd go out into jungles and trap small animals and take a chance on meeting a Tyrannosaurus. So lay off that stuff about feeling sorry for yourself, and about Tom being a hero, because with all your space gas you still can't take it.  Tom stood staring at the big cadet.   Roger had stood perfectly still while Astro spoke. Now his big cadet walked back to the hatch and nervously began to examine the edges with his fingertips. Roger walked over and stood behind him. Well, you knuckled-headed orphan, said Roger. Are you going to get us out of here or not? Astro whirled around, his face grim, his hands bowled in the fists ready to fight. What's that man? He stopped. Roger was smiling and holding out his hand.  Tom came up to them and leaned against the door casually. When you two stopped gawking at each other, like long lost brothers, he said lazily, suppose we try to figure a way out of this dungeon. End of CHAPTER XIII CHAPTER XIX of Stand By for Mars. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. CHAPTER XIX Tom Roger shouted Astro. I think I've got it. Astro on his knees pulled a long file-blade away from the hatch and jumped to his feet. Did you cut all the way through? Asked Tom. I don't know, at least I'm not sure, Astro replied, looking down at the hole he had made in the hatch. But let's give it a try. I think we can force it back enough to get a good hold on it, asked Roger. We'll know in a minute, Roger, said Astro. Get that steel bar over there, and I'll try and slip it in between the hatch and the bulkhead. Roger rummaged around in the jumble of broken parts and tools on the opposite side of the power deck and found the steel bar, Astro wanted. After several attempts to force the hatch open proved futile, Tom suggested that they try to file the hinges off the hatch and then attempt to slide it sideways. After much effort and working in shifts they had filed through the three hinges and now were ready to make a last desperate attempt to escape. Astro took the steel bar from Roger and jammed it between the bulkhead wall and the hatch. No telling what we'll find on the other side, said Astro. If the sand has covered up the ship all the way down to here then we'll never get out. Couldn't we tunnel through it to the top, if it has filled the ship down as far as here, asked Roger? Not through this stuff, said Tom. It's just like powder. Tom's right, said Astro. As soon as you dig into it it'll fall right back in on you. He paused and looked at the hatch thoughtfully. No, the only way we can get out of here is if the sand was only blown back into the deck outside and hasn't filled the rest of the ship. Only one way to find out, said Tom. Yeah, agreed Roger. Let's get that hatch shoved aside and take a look. Astro jammed the heavy steel bar further into the space between the hatch and the bulkhead and then turned back to his unit mates.  We'll slip it over the end of the bar and that'll give us more leverage. Tom and Roger scrambled after the length of pipe, slipped it over the end of the bar, and then, holding it at either end, began to apply even pressure against the hatch. Gradually, a half inch at a time, the heavy steel hatch began to move sideways, sliding out and behind the bulkhead. As the opening grew larger, the fine powder-like sand began to fall into the power deck. Let's move it back about a foot and a half, said Tom. That'll give us plenty of room to get through and see what's on the other side. Astro and Roger nodded in agreement. Once more the three boys exerted their strength against the pipe and applied pressure to the hatch. Slowly, grudgingly, it moved back until there was an eighteen inch opening, exposing a solid wall of the desert sand. Suddenly, as if released by a hidden switch, the sand began to pour into the power deck. Watch out, shouted Tom. The three boys jumped back and looked on into smay as the sand came rushing through the opening. Gradually it slowed to a stop, and the pile in front of the opening rose as high as the hatch itself. "'That does it,' said Tom. "'Now we've got to dig through and find out how deep that stuff is. And, Spaceman, between you and me, I hope it doesn't prove too deep.'" "'I've been thinking, Tom,' said Roger. "'Suppose it's as high as the upper decks outside. All we have to do is keep digging it out and spreading it around the power deck here until we can get through.'" "'Only one thing wrong with that idea,' Roger,' said Tom. "'If the whole upper part of the ship is flooded with that stuff, we won't have enough room to spread it around.'" "'We could always open the reaction chamber and fill that,' suggested Astro, indicating the hatch in the floor of the power deck that led to the reactant chamber. "'I just as soon take my chances with sand,' said Roger, as risk opening that hatch. The chamber is still hot. From that wild-catting reaction mass we had to dump back in the space." "'Well, then, let's start digging,' said Tom. He picked up an empty grease bucket and began filling it with sand. "'You, too, get busy loading them and I'll dump,' said Astro. "'Okay,' replied Tom, and continued digging into the sand with his hands. "'Here, use this, Tom,' said Roger, offering an empty sea-marsh and water container. Slowly the three cadets worked their way through the pile on the deck in front of the hatch opening, and then started on the main pile in the opening itself. But as soon as they made a little progress on the main pile, the sand would fall right in again from the open hatch, and after two hours of steady work the sand in front of the hatch still filled the entire opening. Their work had been all for nothing. They sat down for a rest. "'Let's try it a little higher up,' Tom suggested, Roger. "'Maybe this stuff isn't as deep as we think.'" Tom nodded and stepped up, feeling around the top of the opening. He began clawing at the sand overhead. The sand still came pouring through the opening. "'See anything,' asked Astro. "'I don't know,' sputtered Tom, as the sand slid down, burying him to his waist. "'Better back up, Tom,' warned Roger. "'Might be a cave-in, and you'll get buried.'" "'Wait a minute,' shouted Tom. "'I think I see something.'" A light asked Astro eagerly. "'Careful, Tom,' warned Roger again. Tom clawed at the top of the pile, ignoring the sand that was heaped around him. "'I got it,' shouted Tom, struggling back into the power deck, just in time to avoid being buried under a sudden avalanche. There's another hatch up there, just behind the ladder that leads into the passenger lounge. That's the side facing the storm. As soon as we dig a little, the sand falls from that pile, but the opposite side, leading to the jet boat deck, is free and clear. "'Then all we have to do is force our way through to the top,' said Astro. "'That's all,' said Tom. "'We'll be here until doomsday, digging our way clear.'" "'I get it,' said Roger. The storm filled up the side of the ship facing that way, and that is where the passenger lounge is. I remember now. I left the hatch open when we came down here to the power deck, so the sand just kept pouring in. He smiled sheepishly. I guess it's all my fault." "'Never mind that now,' said Tom.   "'That way I can help pull you guys up after me.'" "'Good idea,' said Roger. "'As soon as you get outside the hatch here,' said Tom, "'turn back this way. Keep your face up against the bulkhead until you get to the top. Right above you is the ladder. You can grab it to pull yourself up.'" "'Okay,' said Astro, and took the length of hose and put it in his mouth.  "'Can you breathe okay?' asked Tom. Astro signaled that he could and stepped through the hatch. He turned and, facing backward, began clawing his way upward. "'Keep that hose clear, Roger,' ordered Tom. "'There's about five feet of sand that he has to dig through, and if any of it gets into the hose, well. "'Don't worry, Tom,' interrupted Roger. "'I've got the end of the hose right next to the oxygen bottle. He's getting pure stuff.'" When the big cadet was lost, to view, only the slow movement of the hose and rope indicated that Astro was all right. Finally, the hose and rope stopped moving. Tom and Roger looked at each other, worried. "'You think something might be wrong?' asked Tom. "'I don't know,' Roger called himself. "'Say, look, the rope, it's jerking, Astro's signalling. He made it,' cried Tom. "'I wonder if?' Roger suddenly picked up the end of the hose and spoke into it. "'Hey, Astro, can you hear me?' "'Sure I can,' Astro's voice came back through the hose. "'Don't shout so loud. I'm not on earth, you know. I'm just ten feet above you.'" Roger and Tom clapped each other on the shoulders in glee. "'I'll sit down there,' called Astro through the hose. "'Okay,' replied Tom. "'Listen,' said Astro. "'When you get outside the hatch, you'll find a pipe running along the bulkhead, right over your head. Grab that and pull yourself up. Tie the rope around your shoulder, but leave enough of it so the next guy can come up. We don't have any way of getting it back down there,' he warned. "'Who's coming up first?' Tom looked at Roger. "'You're stronger,' Tom said, Roger. "'You go up now, and then you can give Astro a hand pulling me through.'" "'All right,' agreed Tom. He began pulling the hose back through the sand. He took the end, cleared it out with a few blasts from the oxygen bottle, and put it in his mouth. Then after Roger had helped him tie the rope around his shoulders, he stuffed his nose with the waste cotton. He stepped to the opening. Roger gave three quick jerks on the rope, and Astro started hauling in. With Astro's help, Tom was soon free and clear, standing beside Astro on the jet-boat deck. "'Who,' he said, Tom, spitting out the sand that had filtered into his mouth. "'I never want to do that again.'" He dusted himself off and flashed his emergency light around the deck. "'Look at that,' he said in amazement. If we'd kept on digging, we'd have been trapped down there for—' He paused and looked at Astro, who was grinning, a long, long time. He held the light on the sand that was flowing out of the open hatch of the passenger lounge. "'Come on, urged Astro. Let's get Roger out of there.'" They called to Roger through the hose and told him to bring two more emergency lights and the remainder of the Martian water. Three minutes later the Polaris unit was together again. Standing on the deck beside his two unit mates, Roger brushed himself off and smiled. "'Well,' he said, looks like we made it." "'Yeah,' said Tom, but take a look at this. He walked across the jet-boat deck to the nearest window-port. What should have been a clear view of the desert was a mass of solidly packed sand." "'Oh, no,' cried Roger. "'Don't tell me we have to go through that again.' "'I don't think it'll be so bad this time,' said Astro.' "'Why not?' asked Tom. "'The sand is banked the heaviest on the port side of the ship, and the window-ports on the starboard side of the control deck were pretty high off the ground. "'Well, let's not just stand here and talk about it,' said Roger. "'Let's take a look.' He turned and walked through the jet-boat deck. Tom and Astro followed the blonde cadet through the darkened passages of the dead ship, and, after digging a small pile of sand away from the control deck hatch, found themselves once more amid the jumble of the wrecked instruments. For the first time in three days the boys saw sunlight streaking through the crystal port. "'I told you,' cried Astro triumphantly. "'But there still isn't any way out of this place,' said Roger. "'We can't break that port, it's six inches thick. Give me a wrench,' said Astro. "'I can take the whole window-port apart from the inside. How do you think they replace these things when they get cracked?' Hurriedly searching through the rubble, Tom finally produced a wrench and handed it to Astro. In a half-hour Astro had taken the whole section down and had pushed the crystal outward. The air of the desert rushed into the control room in a hot blast. "'Phew!' cried Roger. "'It must be at least a hundred and twenty-five degrees out there. "'Come on, let's take a look,' said Tom, and keep your fingers crossed. "'Why?' asked Roger. "'That we can dig enough of the sand away from the ship to make it recognizable from the air.' Following Tom's lead, Roger and Astro climbed through the open port and out onto the sand. "'Well, blast my jets,' said Astro. "'You can't even tell there was a storm.' "'You can't if you don't look at the ship,' said Tom bitterly. "'That was the only thing around here of any size that would offer resistance to the sand and make it pile up. "'And, Spaceman, look at that pile.'" Astro and Roger turned to look at the spaceship. Instead of seeing the ship, they saw a small mountain of sand well over a hundred feet high. They walked around it and soon discovered that the window-port in the control deck had been the only possible way out. "'Call it what you want,' said Roger. "'But I think it's just plain dumb luck that we were able to get out.' They eyed the mound of sand. Unless one knew there was a spaceship beneath it, it would have been impossible to distinguish it from the rest of the desert.' "'We're not in the clear yet,' commented Astro grimly. It would take a hundred men at least a week to clear away enough of that sand so search parties could recognize it.' He glanced toward the horizon. "'There isn't anything but sand here, fellows. Sand that stretches for a thousand miles in every direction.' "'And we've got to walk,' said Tom.  "'Any canals around here, Tom?' asked Astro softly.' "'There'd better be,' replied Tom thoughtfully. He turned to Roger. "'If you can estimate our position, Roger, I'll go back inside and see if I can find a chart to plot it on. That way we might get a direction to start on, at least.' Astro glanced up at the pale blue sky. "'It's going to be a hot day,' he said softly, looking out over the flat plain of the desert. An awful hot day.' End of chapter 19 Chapter 20 of Stand-By for Mars This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Stand-By for Mars by Kerry Rockwell Chapter 20 "'Got everything we need?' asked Tom. "'Everything we'll need, and about all we can safely carry without weighing ourselves down too much,' answered Roger. "'Enough food for a week, the rest of the Martian water, space goggles to protect our eyes from the sun, and emergency lights for each of us. Not much to walk a hundred and fifty miles on,' offered Astro. "'Too bad the sand got in the galley and messed up the rest of that good food.' "'We'll have plenty to get us by, if my calculations are right,' said Tom, one hundred and fifty-four miles to be exact. "'Exact, only as far as my sun-sight told me,' said Roger. "'Do you think it's right?' asked Tom. "'I'll answer you this way,' Roger replied. "'I took that sight six times in half an hour, and got a mean average of all of them that came out within a few miles of each other. If I'm wrong, I'm very wrong, but if I'm right, wear it within three to five miles of the position I gave you.' "'That's good enough for me,' said Astro. "'If we're going out there,' he pointed toward the desert, "'instead of sitting around here waiting for strong or someone to show up, then I just assume go now.' "'Wait a minute, fellows, let's get this straight,' said Tom. "'We all agreed that the odds of Captain Strong showing up here before our water runs out are too great to risk it, and that we'll try to reach the nearest canal. The most important thing in this place is water. If we stay and the water we have runs out, we're done for. If we go, we might not reach the canal, and the chance of being spotted in the desert is even smaller than if we wait here at the ship.' He paused. "'So we move on?' He looked at the others. Astro nodded and looked at Roger, who bobbed his head in agreement. "'Okay, then,' said Tom. When settled, we'll move at night when it's cool and try to rest during the day when it's the hottest.' Roger looked up at the blazing white sphere in the pale blue sky that burned down relentlessly. "'I figure we have about six hours before she drops for the day,' he said. "'Then let's go back inside the ship and get some rest,' he said. Without another word, the three cadets climbed back inside the ship and made places for themselves amid the littered deck of the control room. A hot wind blew out of the new Sahara through the open port like a breath of fire. Stripped to their shorts, three boys lay around the deck, unable to sleep, each thinking quietly about the task ahead, each remembering stories of the early pioneers who first reached Mars. In the mad rush for the uranium-yielding pitch-blend, they had swarmed over the deserts toward the dwarf mountains by the thousands. Greedy, thinking only of the fortunes that could be torn from the rugged little mountains, they had come unprepared for the heat of the Martian deserts, and nine out of ten had never returned. Each boy thought, too, of the dangers they had just faced. This new danger was different. This was something that couldn't be defeated with an idea or a sudden, lucky break. This danger was ever present. A fight against nature, man against the elements on an alien planet. It was a battle of endurance that would ring the last drop of moisture mercilessly from the body until it became a dry, brittle husk. Getting pretty close to sundown, said Tom finally. He stood beside the open port and shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun, now slowly sinking below the Martian horizon. I guess we'd better get going, said Roger. All set, Astro? Ready, Roger? Answered the Venusian. The three boys dressed and arranged the food packs on their backs. Tom carried the remainder of the Martian water, two quart plastic containers, and a six-yard square of spacecloth, an extremely durable flyweight fabric that would serve as protection from the sun during the rest stop of the day. Roger and Astro carried the food in compact packs on their backs. Each boy wore a makeshift hat of spacecloth along with space goggles, a clear sheet of colored plastic that fit it snugly across the face. All three carried emergency lights salvaged from the wrecked ship. Tom walked out away from the ship several hundred yards and studied his pocket compass. He held it steady for a moment, watching the needles swing around. He turned and walked slowly, still watching the needle of the compass. He waited for it to steady again, then turned back to Roger and Astro, who stood watching from the window port. This is the way Tom pointed away from the ship. Three degrees south of east, 154 miles away, if everything is correct, should bring us smack on top of a major canal. So long, Lady Venus, said Astro, as he left the ship. Don't think it hasn't been fun at it, Roger, because it hasn't. Astro fell in behind Roger, who in turn followed Tom, who walked some ten feet ahead. A light breeze sprang up and blew across the surface of the powdery sand. Ten minutes later, when they stopped to adjust their shoulder packs, they looked back. The breeze had obliterated their tracks, and the mountain of sand covering the spaceship appeared to be no different from any of the other small dunes on the desert. The new Sahara Desert of Mars had claimed another earth ship victim. If we can't see the Lady Venus standing still and knowing where to look, said Astro, how could a man in a rocket scout ever find it? He wouldn't, said Roger flatly. And when the water ran out, we'd just be sitting there. We're losing time, said Tom. Let's move. He lengthened his stride through the soft sand that sucked at his high space boots and faced the already dimming horizon. The light breeze felt good on his face. The three cadets had no fear of running into anything in their march through the darkness across the shifting sands, and only an occasional flash of the emergency light to check the compass was necessary to keep them moving in the right direction. There wasn't much talk. There wasn't much to talk about. About nine o'clock the boys stopped and opened one of the containers of food and ate a quick meal of sandwiches. This was followed by a carefully measured ounce of water. And fifteen minutes later they resumed their march across the new Sahara. About ten o'clock Demos, one of the small twin moons of Mars, swung up overhead, washing the desert with a pale, cold light. By morning, when the cherry red sun broke the line of the horizon, Tom estimated that they had walked about twenty miles. Think we ought a camp here, asked Astro? If you could show me a better spot, said Roger with a laugh, I'd be happy to use it. He swung his arms in a wide circle, indicating a wasteland of sand that spread as far as the eyes could see. I could go for another hour or so, said Astro, before it gets too hot. And wait for the heat to reach the top of the thermometer? Uh-uh, not me, said Roger. I'll take as much sleep as I can get now, while it's still a little cool. Roger's right, said Tom. We'd better take it easy now. We won't be able to get much sleep after noon. What do we do from noon until evening, asked Astro? Aside from just sitting under this hunk of space cloth, I guess we'll come as close to being roasted alive as a human can get. You want to eat now, asked Astro? Tom and Roger laughed. I'm not hungry, but you go ahead, said Tom. I know that appetite of yours won't wait. I'm not too hungry, either, said Roger.  Astro grinned sheepishly, and opening one of the containers of food, quickly wolfed down a breakfast of smoked Venusian fat fish. Tom and Roger began spreading the space cloth on the sand that was already hot to the touch. Anchoring the four corners in the sand with the emergency lights and one of Tom's boots, they propped up the center with the food packs, one on top of the other. A crude tent was the result, and both boys crawled in under, sprawling on the sand. Astro finished eating, lay down beside his two unit mates, and in a moment the three cadets were sound asleep. The sun climbed steadily over the desert while the Polaris unit slept. With each hour the heat of the desert rose, climbing past a hundred mark, reaching a hundred and twenty, then one hundred and thirty-five degrees. Tom woke up with a start. He felt as if he were inside a blazing furnace. He rolled over and saw Astro and Roger still asleep, sweat pouring off them in small rivulets. He started to wake them, but decided against it, and just lay still under the thin sheet of space cloth that protected him from the sun. As light as the fabric square was, weighing no more than a pound under the intense heat of the sun, it felt like a woolen blanket where it touched him. Astro rolled over and opened his eyes. What time is it, Tom? Must be about noon. How do you feel? I'm not sure yet. I had a dream. The big cadet rubbed his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead. I dreamed I was being shoved into an oven, like Hansel and Gretel in that old fairy tale. Personally, mumbled Roger without opening his eyes, I'll take Hansel and Gretel. They might be a little more tender. I could do with a drink, said Astro, looking at Tom. Tom hesitated. He felt that as hot as it was, it would get still hotter, and there had to be strict control of the remainder of the water. Try to hold out a little longer, Astro, said Tom. The heat hasn't really begun yet. You could drink the whole thing and still want more. That's right, Astro, said Roger, sitting up. Best thing to do is just wet your tongue and lips a little. Drinking won't do much good now. OK, by me, said Astro. Well, what do we do now? We sit here and wait, answered Tom. He sat up and held the space cloth up on his side. You get in the middle, Astro, suggested Roger. Your head is up higher than mine and Tom's. You can be the tent pole under this big top. Astro grunted and changed places with the smaller cadet. Think there might be a breeze if we opened one side of this thing, asked Roger? If there was a breeze, answered Tom, it'd be so hot it'd be worse than what we've got inside. It sure is going to be a hot day, said Astro, softly. The thin fabric of the space cloth was enough to protect them from the direct rays of the sun, but offered very little protection against the heat. When the inside of the tent was boiling under the relentless sun. They sat far apart, their knees pulled up, heads bowed. Once when the heat seemed unbearable, Tom opened one side of the cloth in a desperate hope that it might be a little cooler outside. A blast of hot air entered the makeshift tent, and he quickly closed the opening. About three o'clock Roger suddenly slipped backwards and lay sprawled on the sand. Tom opened one of the containers of water and dipped his shirt tail into it. Astro watched him moisten Roger's lips and wipe his temples. In a few moments the cadets stirred and opened his eyes. I don't know what happened, he said slowly. Everything started swimming and then went black. You fainted, said Tom, simply. What time is it? asked Astro. Sun should be dropping soon now in another couple of hours. They were silent again. The sun continued its journey across the sky, and at last began to slip behind the horizon. When the last red rays stretched across the sandy desert, the three cadets folded back the space cloth covering and stood up. A soft evening breeze sprang up, refreshing them a little, and though none of them was hungry, each boy ate a light meal. Tom opened the container of water again and measured out about an ounce apiece. Moisten your tongue and sip it slowly, ordered Tom. Roger and Astro took their share of the water, and, dipping fingers into it, wiped their lips and eyelids. They continued to do this until finally no longer able to resist, they took the precious water and swished it around in their mouths before swallowing it. They folded the space cloth, shouldered their packs, and after Tom had checked the compass, started their long march towards their plotted destination. They had survived their first twenty-four hours in the barren wastes of the new Sahara, with each boy acutely aware that there was at least a week more of the same in front of them. The sky blackened, and soon after, Demos rose and started climbing across the dark sky. CHAPTER XXI How much water left, asked Astro, thickly. Enough for one more drink apiece, Tom replied. And then what happened, smumbled Roger, through his cracked lips? You know what will happen, Roger. You know what I know, and Tom knows, muttered Astro grimly. For eight days they had been struggling across the blistering, shifting sands, walking by night, sweltering under the thin space cloth during the day. Their tongues were swollen, scraggly beards covered their chins and jaws, Roger's lips were cracked. The back of Tom's neck had suffered ten minutes of direct sun and turned into a large, swollen blister. Only Astro appeared to be burying up under the ordeal. There was no sign of there being close to the canal. Want to try marching during the day, asked Astro? They had broken camp on the evening of the eighth day, and were preparing to move on into the never-changing desert. If we don't hit the canal sometime during the night, there might be a chance it's close enough to reach in a couple of hours, replied Tom. Either that, or we've miscalculated altogether. How about you, Roger? asked Astro. Whatever you guys decide, I'll be right in back of you. Roger had grown steadily weaker during the last three days, and found it difficult to sleep during the hours of rest. Then we'll keep marching tomorrow, said Astro. Let's move out, said Tom. Roger and Astro shouldered the remaining slender food-packs, with Tom carrying the water and space cloth, and they started out into the rapidly darkening desert. Once again, as on the previous eight nights, the little moon Deimos swung across the sky, casting dim shadows ahead of the three marching boys. Tom found it necessary to look at the compass more often. He couldn't trust his sense of direction as much as he had earlier. Once he had gone for two hours in a direction that was fifty degrees off course. The rest stops were also more frequent now, with each boy throwing his pack to the ground and lying flat on his back to enjoy the cool breeze that never failed to soothe their scorched faces. When the sun rose out of the desert on the morning of the ninth day, they stopped, ate a light breakfast of preserved figs, divided the juice evenly among them, and, ripping the space cloth in the three sections, wrapped it round themselves, like Arabs, and continued to walk. By noon, with the sun directly overhead, they were staggering. At two-thirty, the sun and the heat were so overpowering that they stopped involuntarily and tried to sit on the hot sand, only to find that they couldn't, and so they stumbled on. Neither Roger nor Astro asked for water. Finally Tom stopped and faced his two unit mates wobbling on unsteady legs. I've gone as far as I can without water. I don't think I can go another step. So come on, we'll finish what we've got. Astro and Roger nodded in quiet agreement. They watched with dull eyes as Tom carefully opened the plastic container of water. He gave each a cup and slowly, cautiously, measured out the remaining water into three equal parts. He held the container up for a full minute, allowing the last drop to run out before tossing the empty bottle to one side. Here goes, said Tom. He wet his lips, placed a wet finger on his temples, and sipped the liquid slowly, allowing it to trickle down his parched throat. Roger and Astro did the same. After he had wet his lips, Astro took the full amount in his mouth and washed it around before swallowing it. Roger brought the cup up slowly to his mouth with trembling hands, tipped it shakily, and then, before Astro or Tom could catch him, fell to the ground. The precious water spilled into the sand. Tom and Astro watched dumbfounded as the dry sand sucked away the water until nothing remained but a damp spot six inches wide. I guess, began Tom. I guess that about does it. We'll have to carry him, said Astro simply. Tom looked up into the eyes of his unit mate. There he saw a determination that would not be defeated. He nodded his head and stooped over to grapple with Roger's legs. He got one leg under each arm and then tried to straighten up. He fell to the sand and rolled to one side. Astro watched him get up slowly, wearily, his spacecloth covering remaining on the ground, and then, with gritted teeth, try once more to pick Roger's legs up. Astro put out his hand and touched Tom on the shoulder. His voice was low, hardly above a whisper. You lead the way, Tom. I'll carry him. Tom looked up at the big Venusian. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then he nodded his head and turned away. He pulled out the pocket compass and, through blurred vision, read the course beneath its wavering needle. He waved an arm in a direction to the right of them and staggered off. Astro stooped down, picked Roger up in his arms and slowly got him across his shoulders. Then, steadying himself, he walked after Tom. Suddenly a blast of wind, hottest fire, swept across the sandy plains, whipping the sand up and around the two walking figures, biting into exposed hands and faces. Tom tried to adjust his goggles when the sand began to penetrate around the edges, but his fingers shook and he dropped them. In a flash, the sand drove into his eyes, blinding him. I can't see Astro, said Tom in a hoarse whisper when Astro staggered up. You'll have to guide. Astro took the compass out of Tom's hand and then placed his unitmate's hand on his back. Tom gripped the loose folds of the space cloth and uniform beneath and struggled blindly after the big cadet. The hot sun bore down. The wind kept blowing, and Astro, with Roger, slung across his back like a sack of potatoes, and Tom, clinging blindly to his uniform, walked steadily on. He felt each step would be his last, but with each step he told himself through gritted teeth that he could do ten more, and then ten more, ten more. He walked, he staggered, and once he fell to the ground, Tom slumping behind him and Roger being tossed limply to the scorching sand. Slowly Astro recovered, helped Tom to his feet, and then, with the last of his great strength, picked up Roger again. This time he was unable to get him to his shoulder, so he carried him like a baby in his arms. At last the sun began to drop in the red sky. Astro felt Roger's limp body slipping from his grip. By now Tom had lost all but the very last ounce of his strength, and was simply being pulled along. Tom gasped Astro with great effort. I'm going to count to a thousand, and then I'm going to stop. Tom didn't answer. Astro began to count. One, two, three, four, five, six. He tried to make each number become a step forward. He closed his eyes. It wasn't important which way he went. It was only important that he walked those thousand steps. Five hundred eleven, five hundred twelve, five hundred thirteen. Involuntarily he opened his eyes when he felt himself climbing up a small rise in the sand. He opened his eyes and ten feet away was the flat blue surface of the canal they had been searching for. You can let go now Tom said Astro in a voice hardly above a whisper. He made it. We're on the bank of the canal. Hey, Roger yelled Astro from the middle of the canal. Ever see a guy make like a submarine? Tom and Roger sat on the top of the low bank of the canal, drying off from a swim, while Astro still splashed around, luxuriating in the cool water. Go on, yelled Roger. Let's see you drown yourself. Not made hot shot yelled Astro. After that walk all I have to do is open my mouth and start drinking. Finally, tiring of his sport, the big Venusian pulled himself up onto the bank of the canal and quickly dressed. Pulling on his space boots he turned to Tom and Roger, who were breaking out the last two containers of food. You know Astro said Roger quietly, I'll never be able to repay you for carrying me. Tom was quiet for a moment and then added, same here Astro. Astro grinned from ear to ear. Answer me this one question, both of you. Would you have done it for me? The two boys nodded. Then you paid me. As long as I know I'm backed up by two guys like you, then I'm paid. Carrying you Roger was just something I could do for you at that particular time. One of these days when we get out of this oven, there'll come a time when you or Tom will do something for me and that's the way it should be. Thanks Astro said Roger. He reached over and put his hand on top of Astro's and Tom placed his hand on top of theirs. The three boys were quiet for a moment. There was an understanding in each of them that they had accomplished more than just survival in a desert. They had learned to respect each other. They were a unit at last. What do we do next asked Roger. Start walking that way, said Tom pointing to his left along the bank of the canal that stretched off in a straight line to the very horizon. If we're lucky we might be able to find something to use as a raft and then we can ride. Think there are any fish in this canal asked Astro, gazing out over the cool blue water? Doubt it, at least I've never heard of there being any replied Tom. Well said Roger standing up. You can go a lot farther without food than you can without water and we still have that big container of ham left. Yeah, as soon as it gets hot we just swim instead of walks at Astro and believe me there's going to be a lot of swimming done. Think we might strike anything down that way asked Roger? He looked down the canal and the direction Tom had indicated. That's the direction of the nearest atmosphere booster station. At least that was the way it looked on the chart. All of them were built near the canals. How far away do you think it is asked Astro? Must be at least 300 miles. Let's start moving said Roger and hope we can find something that'll float us on the canal. Single file wearing the space cloths once more has protection against the sun. They walked along the bank of the canal. When the heat became unbearable they dipped the squares of space cloth into the water and wrapped themselves in them. When they began to dry out they would repeat the process. At noon when the sun dried the fabric nearly as fast as they could wet it they stopped and slipped over the edge of the bank into the cool water. Covering their heads with the cloths they remained partly submerged until late afternoon. When the sun had lost some of its power again they climbed out and continued walking. Marching late into the night they made camp beside the canal finished the last container of food and for the first time since leaving the ship slept during the night. By the time Demus had risen in the sky they were sound asleep. End of chapter 21. Chapter 22 of Stand-By for Mars. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Stand-By for Mars by Kerry Rockwell. Chapter 22. Yow, Astros bull-like roar shattered the silence of the desert. There up ahead Tom Roger a building. Tom and Roger stopped and strained their eyes in the bright sunshine. I think you're right, said Tom at last, but I doubt if anyone's there. Looks like an abandoned mining shack to me. Who wants to stand here and debate the question, asked Roger, and started off down the side of the canal at a lope with Astro and Tom right behind him. During the last three days the boys had been living off the contents of the last remaining food container and the few lichen they found growing along the canal. Their strength was weakening, but with an abundant supply of water near at hand and able to combat the sun's heat with frequent swims they were still in fair condition. Tom was first to reach the building, a one-story structure made of dried mud from the canal. The shutters and the door had long since been torn away by countless sandstorms. The three boys entered the one room building cautiously. The floor was covered with sand and sand was piled in heaping drifts in front of the open windows and door. Nothing, not a thing, said Roger disgustedly. This place must be at least 150 years old. Probably built by a miner, commented Tom. What do you mean nothing, said Astro, look. They followed Astro's pointing finger to the ceiling. Criss-crossed from wall to wall were heavy wooden beams. Raft, Tom cried. That's right, spacemen, said Astro, a raft. There's enough wood up there to float the Polaris. Come on. Astro hurried outside with Tom and Roger following at his heels. They quickly climbed to the roof of the old building and soon were ripping the beams from the crumbling mud. Fortunately, the beams had been joined by notching the ends of the cross-pieces. Astro explained that this was necessary because of the premium on nails when the house was built. Everything at that time had to be hauled from earth and no one wanted to pay the price heavy nails and bolts demanded. One by one, they removed the heavy beams until they had eight of them lined up alongside the edge of the canal. How do we keep them together, asked Roger. With this, said Tom, he began ripping his space cloth into long strips. Astro and Roger tugged at the first beam. At last they had it in the water. It floats, cried Astro. Tom and Roger couldn't help but shout for joy. They quickly hauled the remaining beams into the water and lashed them together. Without hesitation they shoved the raft into the canal, climbing aboard and standing like conquering heroes as the raft moved out into the main flow of the canal and began to drift forward. I dubbed thee Polaris the second, said Tom, in formal tones, and gave the nearest beam a kick. Astro and Roger gave a lusty cheer. Steadily, silently, the raft bore them through the never-changing scene of the canal's muddy banks and the endlessness of the desert beyond. Protecting themselves from the sun during the day by repeated dunkings in the water, they traveled day and night in a straight course down the center of the canal. At night the tiny Moondemos climbed across the desert and reflected light upon the satin smooth water. The third day on the raft they began to feel the pangs of hunger and where during their march through the desert their thoughts were of water, now visions of endless tables of food occupied their thoughts. At first they talked of their hunger, dreaming up wild combinations of dishes and giving even wilder estimates of how much each could consume. Finally, discovering that talking about it only intensified their desire, they kept a stolid silence. When the heat became unbearable, they simply took to the water. Once Tom's grip on the raft slipped and Roger plunged in after him without a moment's hesitation, only to have Astro go in to save both of them. On and on down the canal the three boys floated. Days turned into nights and nights, cooling and refreshing, gave way to the blazing sun of the next day. The silent desert swept past them. One night when Astro, unable to sleep, was staring ahead into the darkness, he heard a rustling in the water alongside the raft. He moved slowly to the edge of the raft and peered down into the clear water. He saw a fish. The big cadet watched it dart around the raft. He waited his body tense. Once the fish came to the edge of the raft, but before Astro could move his arm, it darted off in another direction. At last the fish disappeared and Astro sank back on the timbers. He trailed one hand over the side in the water and suddenly felt the rough scales of a fish brush his fingers. In a flash Astro closed his hand and snatched the wriggling creature out of the water. Tom, Roger, he shouted, Look, look, a fish. I caught a fish with my bare hands. Tom rolled over and opened his eyes. Roger sat in bewilderment. I watched him. I was watching him. And then he went away. And then I held my hand over the side of the raft and he came snooping around. And, well, I just grabbed him. He held the fish in the vice-like grip of his right hand until it stopped him moving. He noticed it, Tom, weakly. I just remembered. When we were in the science building in Adam City, one of their projects was to breed both earth and venus fish in the canals. I'm going to shake personally the hand of the man who started this project when we get back to Adam City, said Astro. Suddenly Roger gripped Tom's arm. He was staring in the direction the raft was going. Tom, he breathed, Astro, look. They turned and peered into the dusk. In the distance, not a mile away, was a huge, crystal-clear dome of the Atmosphere Booster Station, its roaring atomic motors sending a steady, purring sound out across the desert. We made it, said Tom, choking back the tears. We made it. Well, blast my jets, said Astro. We sure did. And you mean to tell me you walked across the desert? Asked Captain Strong. Tom glanced over at Astro and Roger. We sure did, sir. With Astro doing the last stretch to the canal, carrying me and dragging Tom, said Roger, as he sipped his hot broth. The room in the chief engineer's quarters at the Atmosphere Station was crowded with workers, enlisted solar guardsmen and officers of the solar guard. They stood around staring in disbelief at the three disheveled cadets. But how did you ever survive, asked Strong, by the craters of Luna that blasted desert was hotter this past month than it has ever been since Mars was first colonized by Earthmen? Why? Why you were walking through temperatures that reached a hundred and fifty degrees. You don't have to convince us, sir, said Roger with a smile. We'll never forget it as long as we live. Later, when Tom, Roger and Astro had taken a shower and dressed in fresh uniforms, Strong came in with an audio scriber, and the three cadets gave the full version of their adventure for the official report back to the Academy. When they had finished, Strong told them of his efforts to find them. We knew you were in trouble right away, said Strong, and we tracked you on radar, but that blasted storm fouled us all up. We figured that the sand would have covered up the ship, and that the chances of finding you in a scout were very small. So I got permission from Commander Walters to organize this ground search for you. He paused. Frankly, we had just about given up hope. Took us three weeks to finally locate the section of desert you landed in. We knew you would come, sir, said Tom, but we didn't have enough water to wait for you, and we had to leave.  Well, that was just about the happiest moment of my life. Thank you, sir, said Roger, and I think I can speak for Tom and Astro when I say that CNU here, with over a hundred men and all this equipment, ready to start searching for us in that desert. Well, it makes us feel pretty proud to be members of an outfit where the skipper feels that way about his crew. What happens now, sir? asked Tom. Aside from getting a well-deserved liberty, it's back to the old grind at the Academy. The Polaris is at the spaceport at Marsopolis waiting for us. He paused and eyed the three cadets with a smile. I guess the routine at Space Academy will seem a little dull now after what you've been through. Captain Strong said Astro formally, I know I speak for Tom and Roger. When I say that routine is all we want for a long time to come. Amen, added Tom and Roger in unison. Very well said Strong, Polaris unit, stay in two. The three boys snapped to attention. You are hereby ordered to report aboard the Polaris at fifteen hundred hours and stand by to raise ship. He returned their salutes, turned sharply, and walked from the room. Outside, Steve, Strong leaned against the wall and stared through the crystal shell of the atmosphere station into the endless desert. Thank you, Mars, he said softly, for making spacemen out of the Polaris crew. He saluted sharply and walked away. Tom suddenly burst from the room with Roger and Astro yelling after him. Hey, Tom, where are you going, yelled Roger? I've got to get a bottle of that water out of the canal from my kid brother Billy, shouted Tom, and disappeared down a slide stairs. Roger turned to Astro and said, that's what I call a real spaceman. What do you mean, asked Astro? After what we've been through, he still remembers that his kid brother wants a bottle of water from a canal as a souvenir. Yeah, breathed Astro, Tom Corbett is, is a real spaceman. End of Chapter 22. End of Standby for Mars by Cary Rockwell. Recording by Richard Kilmer, Real Medina, Texas.


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Super, welcome. Welcome to this lecture from, I have to now have to look up here, because it's Nika, I know. Nika, I hope I pronounce your name right. It's Dubrovsky. Nika Dubrovsky is born in the USSR. I think it was USSR at the time. Yes, still. So not the Soviet Union, but the USSR. And she moved over to New York, I understood. And then last six years living in Berlin, she's an artist. And luckily, artists make our life better and try to give certain color and feeling to this world. She's next to being an artist. She's engaged in projects like this one, Anthropology for Kids. And there is a project here that's going to be related in an open source book called What is Privacy? What is Privacy? I'm going to give you the stage, I think. All right. So I'm working on this project for a couple years already. Yeah, I'm very happy to be here. And I'm not an experienced speaker. So I'm nervous. And yeah, I'm going to describe this project and hopefully get some advice or maybe find a collaborators. So I started to work on this because I bought a book about pirates to my six years old son who was learning to read. And I was hoping that it will be a dramatic book about first anarchistic communities with blood and all kinds of amazing events. But it was quite opposite. It was this very close product, sugary and kitschy and completely nothing true. So I was thinking, okay, actually, it's really great to do books for kids, but books that will talk about what Dostoevsky calls Cors questions, something that every human being have to decide for themselves, what is family, what is death, what is labor or what is money, for example, and what is privacy as well. So and then I started to do these books that kind of I understand them like a social hacking to the social courts. Because we when we get our education, and when I saw my son getting his education, we presented with again this close products that then we have to rehearsal and repeat. And it's very rarely that the kids and adults as well are allowed to really take a part. They made important social ideas and then reconstruct them for themselves. And I want to say that one of the important influence for me was Soviet children literature in 1920s. And it was very important also for the the beginning of construction of the revolutionary identity of Soviet people, because this identity of Soviet people didn't exist. So before 1937, the Stalin's crackdown, the Soviet children literature was really, really progressive and has a lot of qualities that I think very important now. So the anthropology for kids is supposed to be a web project. We freely downloaded books. That's also we put on Viki Adio, Viki Kids. And this is a doodle books that kids can draw and write in. So the anthropological idea that for each core question, like what is family, you can have many answers depending on from which cultural background or historical time you come in. And in each of this question, the books is providing a framework where you can comment and draw and imagine and construct your own identity. So this is a book about history of protests. In Russia, it's will cost cold history of justice because it's not possible to publish and to do workshops with the protest books right now. And so this is a story cases that describe in different type of protest. And one part of the page is always organized like a schoolbook where the child can, but in this case not repeat, but comment. Then like the book of the another book, one of the books that I do is about privacy. That's why I have in this conversations here. So this different way of relating to the privacy. And now from my presentation, because the book is not finished yet, I'm going to share the ideas that I have about privacy now that I'm collecting. So the privacy could be understood in many different ways, like level of access, exclusion, control over the body, home, public space and so on. But it also could be described as privacy of the body and privacy inside of the public space. And the relationship between public and private is one of the most important and fascinating subjects for me. So now we know that in the Bible on the privacy was a privilege.  It was a big punishment for not following the rules. So in Saudi Arabia is quite opposite. Their appearances belong to the male, the appearance of the woman. So they must cover their face. And now in Europe, one country after another, the burqa is banned in order to protect women and protect our understanding of what is what is what privacy is. So privacy of others could become a problem for us. And this is a French beach. Last year, a woman who was wearing Burkini on the beach in France, she was stopped by the armed police and was forced to undress because the French government passed a law against wearing Burkini. So in this, yeah, like the privacy of others could be a threat, it could be understood as a threat as well. So this is a different way of relating to privacy as Apatistas. So the Bala Klavas is a kind of a sign that used to invite everybody to their struggle and to relate to them. It's also very important tools that they use in order to be successful in their struggles with the government, because nobody actually can identify subcommandante Marcos or Guillena, because nobody can really prove who is he, one person or somebody else. And this type of relationship to the privacy is also allowing them to create a new collectivity that many people in the world can relate to in this support that they got as also making them really protected. So this is our Russian Pussy rights, that's a psychiatric anonymity. These girls were, at least Nadella Koninkva and Masha Aleokhinova were very well known, their faces and names was public, and then they started to use these Bala Klavas that mostly covered it, not them, but somebody else. So this is another way of related to privacy. If you show in the public space some parts that consider to be private and forbidden, even when you really hack into the media, and by doing that you can't hack into the public space and deliver some agenda that would be difficult to do otherwise. And now like the big fashion industry is also kind of following this agenda and it's a lot of projects that helping us or could help us if we want to control our visibility and to really change the way how we relate to our appearance on the fly so we can change our agenda or age or whatever we really want to change. So I grew up in Soviet Union and of course it was most important private-public relationship in this country. For example, the way how Soviet people look was very known so we kind of all very much the same and if you see the foreigners in Leningrad when I grew up then they will be the colorful people who immediately stick out in the crowd. Well, so many people also lived in this famous communal apartments that they didn't choose their neighbors. It wasn't Berlin Vaghe, it's more or less some special way of being collective. And of course we have a mass surveillance that now looks like very innocent because the government relied on their friends and neighbors telling on each other and until certain moment like when I grew up in 80s that's practice wasn't popular anymore. So some people are saying that Soviet Union was defeated by the citizens telling a joke about Soviet to each other about Soviet regime. And of course Leningrad was our collective grandfather that always watched upon us. The important part of Soviet elite was an artist and a dissident who have you know very successfully fought for the artistic autonomy and against the forced collectivity. Here is a very famous performance of Evikovic. In 1979 she is sitting in the back of the building and she is doing something very forbidden by being public space. This was the generation, Stesian Sinatius was a generation of my parents and by the time I grow they looked to me very heroic and important and then when the post socialism era come then I kind of a little bit reconsider my position. So this is a performance of the artist in Moscow just close very close to Mavzalei where the Leningrad is still is. So this is a cake and the people who were invited to eat it was it was an art gallery some private crowd including some kids so they successfully ate collective grandfather and that's how like I think for me it's like a very very brutal and successful image of how the privatization actually happens in in the Soviet countries. So in this how Leningrad looked in 90s a lot of the small places where the people sell each other everything it total total privatization and like another good example of relationship between private and public was these two guys so one of them on the left his name is Mikhail Virbitsky. He is an author of a book called Santicopyrite where he explained first time in Russian language about Rachel Stolman and no license and all of these important things. He is also successful mathematician he was making he is making money going working in a western university is giving lectures. So the guy on the right named Pugache that's from Russian it can translate like being scary and he's he organized company called Bealt LLC in which the sole purpose of this company was carrying the rights for a registered trademark on his beard and he was suing other people of wearing a beard that he thinks looks like his. So this Virbitsky was one day stopped in the airport and was because he has an open court case against him and supposed to pay around ten thousand dollars because he he was announced that he violated a copyright of Mr Pugache on the beard and he like wrote on his block like it looks like a joke but it's actually not and then he actually did pay to I don't know if he succeeded later somehow got out of that but it was like a like a big deal. So and I think what happens now with this like total privatization of our privacy everywhere is that it's again become a human rights issue very much as it was during the Soviet time but on a completely different scale. So Soviet times are really innocent and home like very cute especially the times when I grew up in 80s and what I'm thinking by doing these books is like how what could be done in order to prevent it from developing and one of the things that I think is very important is to develop the tools for kind of social hacking organizing the social crypto parties with kids and with everybody else where the different ideas of how we can relate for example to privacy could be distributed on a very large scale and become understandable to other people. So I took an interview and published it in Russian media from the David Staten one of my friends in Berlin and so he was telling in this interview that if we will have certain percentage of people not even big who will use encryption in their private communication it will be too expensive for government to spy on us and the question is why it didn't happen why we don't use encryption and this amount of people why don't why don't we all just join the crowd and one thing is encryption is complicated to use but actually probably it's not a wrong answer it's the real answer is that's how we understand our collectivity that we don't need to use encryption so that our privacy is not really so important to protect and so coming back to the Soviet children literature I think these guys were very effective in a way how they distribute the revolutionary ideas among these vast hundreds of millions of people that were living in Russian Empire in 1917 after the revolution had happened and immediately after the Soviet revolution introduced human equality like the social equality they accommodate this huge amount of people who came from from villages during the civil war and give them job and feed them and the basic rights and the Soviet Union was preserved so like in the privacy book I'm going to speak as one of the experts I'm going to speak with Mikhail Kosinski he's this guy from Cambridge Psychometrics it's a company it's not company it's a part of the university that later become a model for Cambridge Analytics the company that created a software that apparently was used for the Brexit election political campaign and for the election of Trump and so Mikhail Kosinski was after he created his program of getting information from social network and a big scale about people he was going around and worried that it could be used for like very harmful things so he's saying that I didn't build the bomb I just show that it could be could be built could be harmful and yeah so I was thinking that maybe here in the congress I can find also somebody who will participate in some ways of making this privacy book more like better in maybe giving it's different form not being a book but being some kind of small piece of software they can distribute through the social network and then the people not only can can answer this question that what Kosinski did originally but they can see the answers for example if they see that like I wouldn't care about my privacy I wouldn't spend time encrypting my email and then he will see okay if like 20% of the people will answer I will then no civilians and if like 13% of people will also answer that we don't care then yes civilians everywhere so maybe something like that could could could work yeah maybe that's that's it Nika Dabrowski time thank you that was great actually I have a personally I have a first question and I would love to see some other questions here as well first practical thing I understood that the next lecture will not go through so we have some more time to discuss and maybe find that collaborators that you were looking for one practical question you did some sessions with kids to make this book or not for privacy yet not for privacy yet it was other books like crime and punishment and protest books some other books family okay okay on a small scale and in Berlin or or before in New York where you were staying so the way of the workshops were done in the workshop is a big important part so you kind of it's an important to to to look at the kids i2i not just to impose on them some knowledge but then to to make them allow them to draw and write and then maybe introduce something in the book so I did the projects in in Russia and the process book is for South Africa and yes I did two workshops in Berlin okay so that was my next question what is your actually your audience because before this lecture you told me like we are all kids still in a way yeah it's mean like kids are mature yeah so if you some if I will look I will be described how to encrypt my email I will be much less capable than my 14 years some okay so we have this little kid here in the back that I heard that would be joining your party next to all the other kids here is there someone who has a question for Nika guys girls androids bots someone there on the web no one okay then I have to come up with another question hmm how do we use that book when is it there when it will be published it's open source I understood yeah we just put it on wiki kids wiki do and then where can we find this yes the it's a website where you can download it but we also put it on wiki kids the website is a4kids.org a4kids.org yeah .org okay so my question was then when can we see this when this book will be done hope like three months in three months something like that other people here would like to collaborate probably will they will connect you after this lecture no one here has a question I feel guilty oh my god hey thank you very much Nika once again I hope to talk later with you