Mission to the Heart Stars
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Into the heart of the Milky Way!
Earth wants to join the incredibly powerful Federation of the Heart Stars. But first, an expedition mys journey to the center of our galaxy to be accepted by the ancient and advanced civilization of Malis, the leader of the Heart Stars.
After receiving space directions on the Mars moon of Phoebus, the earth expedition proceeds into the uncharted vastness of space. Streaking faster than the speed of light, they venture where no man or woman has ever been before, to strange--and dangerous--planets. But the biggest peril of all awaits them on Malis itself, where the fate of earth will be decided!
Originally published 1965.
'fell into my hands' that seem to belong here -at least, they don't belong in the body of the novel. One of these is a complaint by Aldous Huxley, who asked the conference what a man of letters might do about the problem of technology confronting us. He added: 'The rational side of man, with its scientific and technological expressions, gets little literary space. It is curious that science and technology have always occupied so small a place in literature ... This is all the more extraordinary
thought, he would have cocked his ears and yelped. 'What? Let me see!' Sandbag passed him the spectra; Dr Langer bent over them, a jeweller's loupe screwed into one eye. Then he began to feed the computer. 'What is it, sir?' Jack asked when the computer had responded with a long strip of tape. 'Companion star,' Dr Langer said with obvious relief. 'A seventh magnitude job that goes in a very wide orbit around Antares. I'd quite forgotten about it. It's a beautiful emerald green, and right at
most of all. It's not only that they won't admit unstable cultures; they can't afford not to take in the stable ones for the sake of the overall stability of the Hegemony. I suspect that this planet joined the Heart Stars because it had to, not to protect itself from some single rival but in self-protection against the Hegemony itself.' If you can't lick 'em, join 'em?' That looks to me to be how it was. But it's time to lower the bucket. All we are supposed to care about here is the water.
of the Greater Coal Sack nebula; but he had never touched down upon any of Sol's own family of planets except Earth itself. The expedition to the Coal Sack had been his first trip into space, and this mission to Phobos was his second. Mars loomed before him, filling the whole field of view. Actually, of course, the planet was above him, but the Ariadne's skin was unbroken by portholes; vision outside, in any direction, was provided by a sextet of television screens, all at eye level. The vast
angry shouting match at least temporarily relieved the boredom. At the moment before this self-stimulated anger turned into abiding, irrational enmity, Dr Langer separated the contestants by shifts and forbade them even to see each other for a solid month, at the end of which time they both bitterly hated Dr Langer and were almost childishly delighted to see each other once the restriction was lifted. Not even the impulsive Sandbag had any difficulty in drawing the moral, and thereafter the