Agent 4F From Mars by Marno





^^ AGENT 4-F, WHAT ARE YOUR PRESENT SPATIAL CO-ORDINATES? ^^

Ohh, those know-it-all "scientists" on Mars! They think they know it all.

You'll show them.

^^ AGENT 4-F, WE SAY AGAIN: WHAT ARE YOUR PRESENT SPATIAL CO-ORDINATES? ^^

You detach the kinetic spring terminal from the modulating-wave receptor rod. Now their transmissions will be little more than static.

They just don't appreciate your genius.

You are the only one on all of Mars with the glandular fortitude to travel to the solar core of the planetary system.

You are:
AGENT 4-F FROM MARS!

( written by Michael Arnaud )

^^ CHHT CHH, CHHHT CHH CHH CHHZZCHT CHHHTCCHS? ^^

in the M-7-double-Oh spaceship

You are sitting at the controls of a "borrowed" Model M-7-double-Oh space ship. The control panel includes a gyro-guide, a red button, a green button, and a fibroid restraint. There is a viewer portal above the control panel.

> wait
Time passes...


You have it planned perfectly. And your plan is perfect. Why couldn't they see that? They are all in a blither about the ship incinerating from the extreme temperatures of the solarity. The fools! Can't they see the obvious solution, as you have?
You have observed the solarity for many Martian months, and have discovered that the solarity does not emit its intense photonic and thermal properties during the latter half of each Martian day. Even Mars itself has to generate its own sources of photonic and thermal energy at such times.
In a flash of brilliance, you have timed your arrival on the surface of the solarity to coincide with such a time.

> wait
Time passes...


That's strange. The solarity is directly ahead, and there does not seem to be any sign of reduction in its generation of photon-thermal energies. You check your chronos-indicator. Your timing is perfect. Yet, contrary to all your careful observations while home on Mars, the energies are intensifying.

You are unable to determine the energy levels by the exo-sensors -- they have been rendered ineffective through thermal liquification.

You must have made some slight miscalculation somehow. In any case, you must alter your course before you and the ship are incinerated.

Ohh! Those know-it-all "scientists"! What a fortuitous estimation on their part!

^^ CHHT CHH! CHHHT CHH CHH CHHZZCHT CHHHTCCHS!? ^^

> wait
Time passes...


Unfortunately, most of the ship's systems are no longer functioning. It is impossible to tell what your spatial co-ordinates are. You spin the gyro-guide to something, anything other than toward the solarity, and open the reverse-inertia throttle to full.

The ship lunges forward, and shakes and rattles as it strains to veer from its course toward the solarity. Your mandicators knock against one another and your intercommunicator lens nearly falls from your head as the ship rolls and spins out of control.

At least you are no longer headed for the solarity.

The ship has gone into a wild tumble, hurtling into blackness. Your fibroid personnel restraint is useless. You are tumbled and tossed from one side of the ship to the other. You bang your head hard against a fractured hydrogen oxide waste-transport tube.

Your consciousness hurtles into blackness...

back on mars

You wake with a start. What a terrible dream!

> wait
Time passes...

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