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In this classic short story from the golden age of science fiction, the crew of a spaceship suddenly begins to experience a bizarre mix-up of their sensory perceptions -- colors take on scents and sounds assume visible shapes. Will Captain Gavin be able to determine the source of the problem and set things straight before it's too late?

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 octobre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776672172
Langue	English

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THE SPICY SOUND OF SUCCESS
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JIM HARMON

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The Spicy Sound of Success First published in 1959 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-217-2 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-218-9 © 2016 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
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Now was the captain's chance to prove he knew less than the crew—all their lives hung upon it!
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There was nothing showing on the video screen. That was why we werelooking at it so analytically.
"Transphasia, that's what it is," Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated witha definite thrust of his angular jaw in my direction. "You can take myword on that, Captain Gavin."
"Can't," I told him. "I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust anything . That's why I'm Captain."
"You'll get over feeling like that."
"I know. Then I'll become First Officer."
"But look at that screen, sir," Quade said with an emphatic swing ofhis scarred arm. "I've seen blank scanning like that before and youhaven't—it's your first trip. This always means transphasia—cortexdissolution, motor area feedback, the Aitchell Effect—call it anythingyou like, it's still transphasia."
"I know what transphasia is," I said moderately. "It means anelectrogravitational disturbance of incoming sense data, rechannelingit to the wrong receptive areas. Besides the human brain, it alsoeffects electronic equipment, like radar and television."
"Obviously." Quade glanced disgustedly at the screen.
"Too obvious. This time it might not be a familiar condition of manyplanetary gravitational fields. On this planet, that blank kinescopemay mean our Big Brother kites were knocked down by hostile natives."
"You are plain wrong, Captain. Traditionally, alien races neverinterfere with our explorations. Generally, they are so alien to usthey can't even recognize our existence."
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I drew myself up to my full height—and noticed in irritation it wasstill an inch less than Quade's. "I don't understand you men. Look atyourself, Quade. You've been busted to Ordinary Spaceman for just thatkind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have workedbefore. Not only your thinking is slipshod, you've grown careless abouteverything else, even your own life."
"Just a minute, Captain. I've never been 'busted.' In the ExplorationService, we regard Ordinary Spaceman as our highest rank. With myhazard pay, I get more hard cash than you do, and I'm closer toretirement."
"That's a shallow excuse for complacency."