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Pogorus, v. 1, issue 1, 1942

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to take off, so I spent my last day on the moon just loafing around, and saying goodbye to my friends in Luna City. At last, just at the right moment according to my calculations, I shoved the space-stick of the Star Maid ahead, and blasted away from the moon. Several thousands miles out, I shut off my jets and just coasted along, saving my fuel. A short time later, I saw a huge black mass rushing at me out of space, blacking out the stars behind me. I leaned on my space-stick and blasted away from there. It was an asteroid, no less. Whew! I raced along ahead of the hurtling sky-rock for awhile, but it finally caught up. With a barely perceptible jar, the Star Made came to rest on the surface of the asteroid, which I readily identified as Eros, because no other heavenly body approaches the Earth so closely. Strange -- that I hadn't taken it into consideration when I plotted my course ! Very. There was nothing to do but make the best of my predicament. I found a little valley on the asteroid that made a smug harbor for the Star Maid, and resigned myself to my fate. Luckily, I had a year's supply of air, water, and food. And so I was hurled sunward, a prisoner on that bit of cosmic flotsam[[?]]. Ahead of me a silvery crescent grew steadily brighter. I played solitaire. There was nothing else to do. I had no more control over the orbit of that mad asteroid than I have ever the workings of Milligan's so-called mind. Finally, with the silvery crescent looming huge in my sky, I kissed Eros goodby.
 
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