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Cooper, Michael D., [pseud.]

"The Runaway Asteroid"


Open the doors, too, and look through, but don't go anywhere." Zip
didn't speak aloud what was on his mind. The workings of the asteroid,
no matter how technologically advanced, had been abandoned for probably
thousands of years. There could be no water or food anywhere except
where the pirates were. The Starmen and miners may have escaped
captivity, but their freedom would do them no good until they found
food, water, and a spaceship. Success in finding even one of those
items without being recaptured was highly unlikely. And even if they
could board a ship, escape from the asteroid was just about impossible.
He wondered how long it would take before someone else realized these
things and voiced them.
"There's nothing, Mr. Foster," said one of the men after everyone had
searched thoroughly.
"Mm hmm," Zip nodded. "Well, let's sleep and start again in the
morning. Maybe some of us can go back to the warehouse and open up a
few of those crates. There may be food and water in some of them.
Others can investigate some of the passages that lead away from here."
The men arranged themselves around the room and lay down. "I think I
found the light switch, anyway," said Joe and pressed a button next to
one of the doorways. The room became dark.

"I assure you, Mr.


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