Skyport, page 21
“The radar crews suggest giving up the search, Doctor. Shall I go on?” The pilot’s question came over the loudspeaker.
“No,” Lee said, his voice even, “let’s go back to life as we know it.”
The pilot looked puzzled as he turned the craft.
“If the search for the unknown dies, man dies with it,” Lee concluded. “How much still remains to be done!”
Sky Wharton again came into view and grew in size and brilliancy. An immense cargo ferry dove out of the darkness. Workmen scurried toward it, to unload it, their colored space suits reflecting the stars and the sun. Containers burst open. Rylane walls unfolded. Girders hung like webs in space, part of a new platform from which larger, faster ships would thrust deeper and deeper into the unknown.
Curt Siodmak, Skyport
