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Satellite, v. 1, issue 1, October 1938
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9 about lift a knife without dropping it, but if I try to cut anything or do anything with it my hand just slides right through it and I drop it. And I can't even manage to eat!" I could well appreciate the tragedy in his voice -- eating was one of Arthur's favorite hobbies. "This means you'll die!" I said rashly. "Yes," said Arthur, and his usually rather vacant face was almost vicious for a moment. "I guess I'd better enjoy life while I can -- yet how can I? If I go to the theatre I fall through the seat. Oh, I wish I could be solid again." "You'll probably materialize in the middle of a brick wall," I said cheerfully, "I should go in and out of buildings in the normal way if I were you." "I can't," said Arthur tragically, "The door-knob just slips through my hand. Still, I've got an idea that people won't forget me -- I want my research into atomic power to be carried on. For that I need money -- and I'm going to get that money." With this last melodramatic remark he walked through the wall, and from there, presumably, out through the front door. I wiped my brow, and returned to my serial, but I kept thinking of the curious things I had just seen. Once I dropped the magazine, and for one ghastly moment thought that I too had become -- well, whatever it was. With great difficulty I persuaded myself to get up and retrieve the magazine, and found that I was still solid. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x Three days later the telephone buzzed as I was about to go out. For a moment I considered ignoring it, then I turned back to my desk, pulled my gloves off, and lifted the receiver. "Hello," said the voice of Arthur Harris, "I say, I'm coming right over. I'll be there in about ten minutes." "But I'm going out," I protested. "Oh, no, you're not!" said Arthur breezily, "I've
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9 about lift a knife without dropping it, but if I try to cut anything or do anything with it my hand just slides right through it and I drop it. And I can't even manage to eat!" I could well appreciate the tragedy in his voice -- eating was one of Arthur's favorite hobbies. "This means you'll die!" I said rashly. "Yes," said Arthur, and his usually rather vacant face was almost vicious for a moment. "I guess I'd better enjoy life while I can -- yet how can I? If I go to the theatre I fall through the seat. Oh, I wish I could be solid again." "You'll probably materialize in the middle of a brick wall," I said cheerfully, "I should go in and out of buildings in the normal way if I were you." "I can't," said Arthur tragically, "The door-knob just slips through my hand. Still, I've got an idea that people won't forget me -- I want my research into atomic power to be carried on. For that I need money -- and I'm going to get that money." With this last melodramatic remark he walked through the wall, and from there, presumably, out through the front door. I wiped my brow, and returned to my serial, but I kept thinking of the curious things I had just seen. Once I dropped the magazine, and for one ghastly moment thought that I too had become -- well, whatever it was. With great difficulty I persuaded myself to get up and retrieve the magazine, and found that I was still solid. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x Three days later the telephone buzzed as I was about to go out. For a moment I considered ignoring it, then I turned back to my desk, pulled my gloves off, and lifted the receiver. "Hello," said the voice of Arthur Harris, "I say, I'm coming right over. I'll be there in about ten minutes." "But I'm going out," I protested. "Oh, no, you're not!" said Arthur breezily, "I've
levantar uma faca sem deixá-la cair, mas se eu tentar cortar alguma coisa ou segurar algo em mãos, isso simplesmente as atravessam e eu o derrubo. E eu não estou dando conta nem de comer!" Eu poderia muito bem apreciar a tragedia em sua voz - comer era um dos hobbies favoritos do Arthur. "Isso quer dizer que você vai morrer!" eu disse sem pensar. "Sim,"disse Arthur, e seu rosto geralmente vago tinha uma aparecia quase selvagem por um momento. "Eu acho que deveria aproveitar a vida enquanto posso - ainda assim, como eu poderia? Se eu for para o teatro eu caio através do assento. Ah eu queria poder ser sólido novamente." "Você provavelmente vai se materializar no meio de um tijolo," eu disse esperançosamente, "eu entraria e sairia de edifícios da maneira convencional se eu fosse você." "Eu não consigo," disse Arthur tragicamente, "a maçaneta escorrega através da minha mão. Ainda assim, eu tive uma ideia que não vai deixar as pessoas esquecerem de mim - eu quero que minha pesquisa sobre energia atômica seja passada a diante. Pra isso eu preciso de dinheiro - e eu vou conseguir esse dinheiro." Com essa última observação dramática ele caminhou por através da parede, e dalí, presumivelmente, para fora pela porta da frente. Eu limpei minha testa, e voltei para minha série, mas continuei pensando nas coisas curiosas que havia acabado de presenciar. Quando deixei cair a revista, por um momento sinistro pensei que também havia me tornado - o que quer que isso fosse. Com grande dificuldade me persuadi a levantar e recuperar a revista, e descobri que ainda estava solido. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Três dias depois o telefone tocou quando eu estava prestes a sair. Por um momento considerei ignorá-lo, mas então me voltei para minha mesa, tirei minhas luvas e levantei o aulscutador. "Olá," disse a voz de Arthur Herris, "Eu estou indo para aí. Chegarei em dez minutos." "Mas eu estou saindo," protestei. "Ah, não, você não está!" disse Arthur alegremente, "eu
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