The Runaway Asteroid | Page 5

he stepped into the Chamber he seemed to be setting
foot into another world; he knew he was still inside the asteroid but his senses told him
otherwise.
Lurton seemed to be standing on a high mountain overlooking a vast plain on some
forgotten planet. A pale blue sky was overhead and a light wind was blowing. Down
below on the plain he saw a river snaking its way through a green forest; if he listened
carefully he could hear the water. In the distance he saw a fantastic alien metropolis of
beautiful glass skyscrapers; he could just barely make out ships hovering over it and
small vehicles driving around in the distance. Clouds sailed gently overhead; it was near
dusk.
He knew that the room was actually no more than about a hundred feet square, but the
display was seamless. For all the world he seemed to be standing on another planet on a
late, peaceful afternoon. He had never been able to find out how the room worked or
where the wind came from, but he suspected the display was generated by some sort of
holographic projectors far in advance of anything he had ever seen or heard of.
Lurton guessed that the scene was from the home planet of the asteroid's builders;
perhaps the distant city was their capital. He had spent hours watching the room and
never tired of it, for the scene always changed. After a certain number of hours dusk fell
and the city lights came on. He had watched different kinds of weather and seen glorious
sunsets and sunrises. Occasionally he caught a glimpse of a huge alien starship. He had
seen many strange things in the Chamber and he was sure that he had not seen them all.
Lurton liked coming here when he was upset or annoyed; the room had a peaceful air that
rested and soothed him. He was certainly in need of that now. He hadn't slept in over fifty
hours and could easily have lain down in what seemed like soft turf and fallen deeply
asleep, but the ethereal beauty of the Chamber's vision was restful and he didn't want to
close his eyes for an instant while he was inside.
He thought back to the day when he'd found the room. The asteroid had been drifting and
uninhabited for who knows how many thousands of years when a solitary asteroid miner
had found it and discovered that it was hollow. He had told a few others about his find
and eventually Troy Putnam learned of it. Zimbardo grudgingly admitted to himself that
Troy was a genius-a weak, impractical genius, but a genius nonetheless. Putnam had
found the miner and persuaded him to bring him to the nearly-invisible asteroid. He had
even learned how to use many of the asteroid's capabilities, and then had made it the base

for his foolish attempt to take over Mars.
Shortly after the pirates had taken residence, Troy Putnam had directed Lurton to explore
the asteroid beyond the few floors the pirates used and find out everything he could about
it. It was a trying assignment. The first few floors comprised a connected unit and the
elevator codes were easy to learn. Moving anywhere else was a matter of trial and error,
and the access codes were complex.
One day Zimbardo had found the Chamber. There was very little that could arouse any
kind of sensitivity in the wiry, energetic man, but the Chamber could do so. Maybe it was
because no one else knew about it and no one could see him wrapped in the depths of the
emotions the room could inspire. The Chamber was not the only secret of the asteroid
which Lurton had retained for himself, but it was certainly the best one.
At last the peace and enchantment of the Chamber overcame Lurton's resistance to
slumber. He sat down and rested with his back against a tree, gazing over the landscape at
the alien city. The massive trunk was slightly rough but not uncomfortable. Huge roots
spread out in all directions before disappearing into the grassy soil. Branches laden with
broad leaves made a shadow-filled canopy over the pirate leader.
As he felt sleep coming on, he fumed one more time at the Starmen and the stupidity of
Troy Putnam. He mulled over his plan and smiled a little. The Starmen would live to
regret what they had done to him. His eyes closed and his breathing became deep and
regular. At last the pirates' new leader slept.
Above him a few birds chirped peacefully. A short distance away a brook murmured in
lyric gentleness. The sky over the city gradually turned from flawless blue through
lavender into violet, and silver stars emerged.
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