Captain Future 18 - Red Sun of Danger (Spring 1945) Read online

  #18 Spring 1945

  Introduction

  A Complete Book-Length Scientifiction Novel

  Red Sun of Danger

  by Edmond Hamilton writing as Brett Sterling

  From the archives of the mighty Ancients, Curt Newton brings back forgotten Denebian science to balk a greed-maddened schemer who seeks to loose unspeakable terror on the Universe!

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  Introduction

  The original introduction to Captain Future as it appeared in issue #1

  The Wizard of Science! Captain Future!

  The most colorful planeteer in the Solar System makes his debut in this, America’s newest and most scintillating scientifiction magazine — CAPTAIN FUTURE.

  This is the magazine more than one hundred thousand scientifiction followers have been clamoring for! Here, for the first time in scientifiction history, is a publication devoted exclusively to the thrilling exploits of the greatest fantasy character of all time!

  Follow the flashing rocket-trail of the Comet as the most extraordinary scientist of nine worlds have ever known explores the outposts of the cosmos to the very shores of infinity. Read about the Man of Tomorrow today!

  Meet the companions of Captain Future, the most glamorous trio in the Universe!

  Grag, the giant, metal robot; Otho, the man-made, synthetic android; and aged Simon Wright, the living Brain.

  This all-star parade of the most unusual characters in the realm of fantasy is presented for your entertainment. Come along with this amazing band as they rove the enchanted space-ways — in each issue of CAPTAIN FUTURE!

  Red Sun of Danger

  A Complete Book-Length Scientifiction Novel

  by Edmond Hamilton writing as Brett Sterling

  From the archives of the mighty Ancients, Curt Newton brings back forgotten Denebian science to balk a greed-maddened schemer who seeks to loose unspeakable terror on the Universe!

  Chapter 1: Seven Against a World

  TO SEE your whole life-work smashed to ruins by no fault of your own, to see the great dream of humanity which you had helped fulfill destroyed now by trickery and greed — yes, the taste of these things was bitter! They put a sickness in Philip Carlin’s studious, spectacled face as his rocket-car purred up the wide north ramp into the center of Great New York. They crushed his mind with a black foreknowledge of disaster to come.

  He drove into the great paved plaza that is the heart of Solar System civilization. The titanic bulk of Government Tower loomed like a thundercloud above the lights of the metropolis. Far up there against the stars glowed a lighted window, like a vigilant eye looking watchfully out into the universe that man had begun to conquer.

  A Planet Patrol officer met Carlin. “Dr. Carlin? I have been ordered to conduct you to the President’s office. This way, sir.”

  Carlin glanced at the officer as they walked toward the mighty tower. Impulse made him ask a question. “How old are you, Lieutenant?”

  The Patrol officer looked surprised. “Thirty, sir.”

  Carlin brooded over the answer a moment. “I suppose you’ve got your next seventy years all planned?”

  The lieutenant grinned. “Oh, sure. There’s a lot of things I want to do after I quit the Patrol, some day. But I’ve lots of time.”

  Carlin’s voice was heavy with foreboding. “I’d do them now, if I were you. I wouldn’t count on those seventy years too much.”

  The lieutenant’s grin widened. “You’re joking, aren’t you? Everybody will live more than a century now, barring accident. Vitron has seen to that.”

  His cheerful words echoed ironically in Philip Carlin’s mind as a soundless magnetic elevator bore him upward. “Vitron has seen to that!”

  Vitron! The whole Solar System depended on the magic drug these days, as much as on the air it breathed — the drug of long life!

  For vitron was a super-vitamin, a chemical agent that combated the poisons which cause the human body to age. It would give people a century of life, and decades of useful youth. It had at one stroke enormously expanded man’s prospective life-span.

  But nine-tenths of the precious vitron came from a world far outside the System. Now that supply was threatened!

  If the System learned of that danger, there would be a panic. But Daniel Crewe, the System President, had imparted it only to the scientists who had discovered vitron and to the others whom he had summoned to this urgent conference tonight.

  CARLIN was thinking of those others now, without hope. “What can they do, if the Government is powerless? What can any of us do?” When he entered the tower-top room that was the President’s office he found that Zamok, the solemn Martian biochemist, and Lin Sao, the plump Venusian cytologist, were already there. So was Commander Halk Anders of the Planet Patrol, a hard-faced, massive man in gray uniform.

  But the room was somehow dominated by the fourth man, the worn, colorless little Earthman upon whose shoulders rested the vast weight of administering the government of the System’s worlds and moons. Daniel Crewe looked as though that weight were crushing him, tonight.

  “They’re not here yet?” Philip Carlin asked hesitantly.

  “They’re coming now,” Commander Anders said curtly. “Hear that?”

  A low, muffled drone was audible from the night sky somewhere above this tower-top room. To Carlin, who was no spaceman, it was indistinguishable from the sound of any other rocket-ship. But Anders was sure. “That’s Captain Future’s ship,” he said.

  Crewe’s tired eyes lighted a little. “I was sure they would come quickly.”

  Carlin was unimpressed. Why did all these people regard Captain Future as though he were something superhuman?

  Who was Captain Future, anyway? The greatest of space-adventurers, people said. They told wild tales of his planeteering exploits, of his scientific achievements, of his three non-human comrades who were called the Futuremen, of his mysterious home up there on Earth’s wild, barren Moon.

  But what did it all boil down to? To the fact that a young Earthman with three freakish companions had performed certain exploits in space which popular enthusiasm had magnified beyond all reason. Just as legend credited the Futuremen with impossible scientific attainments.

  Of course, Carlin grudgingly admitted, these so-called Futuremen did have one major scientific achievement to their credit. Their invention of the vibration-drive, giving spaceships speeds beyond that of light, was what had made interstellar travel possible. It had enabled the System peoples, in the last ten years, to explore and even to start colonizing the nearer star-systems.

  People had to have a hero, Carlin thought morosely. This brash young adventurer had caught their fancy, had become the center of nonsensical legends. But why did the President and Commander, in a serious emergency like this, place such dependence on a cheap popul
ar hero?

  “I suppose none of us are wholly immune to mob hero-worship,” Carlin thought wearily.

  The muffled drone above the tower reached a crescendo and stopped. Quick footsteps sounded on the stair leading down from the little landing-deck atop the tower. A man came quietly into the room.

  “Got here as quickly as we could, sir,” he said to Daniel Crewe. “Hello, Halk. I presume these three gentlemen are the vitron scientists?”

  With a little shock, Philip Carlin partly revised his cynical estimate. If this man was Captain Future, he had about him little of the flamboyant or swashbuckling air Carlin had expected.

  This was a tall young Earthman, lean in a close-fitting drab zipper-suit. Except for an atom-pistol unobtrusively holstered at his belt, he had none of the attributes of a space-adventurer.

  His torch-red hair was uncovered. His tanned and rather handsome face was grave. His cool gray eyes looked as though they could light easily with humor, but their gaze was searching.

  Carlin’s attention next centered upon the trio who were entering after Captain Future. Carlin rose sharply, astonished. He’d expected three clever, freakish automatons. He hadn’t expected these!

  “This is Curt Newton,” Daniel Crewe was saying quietly to the scientists, “and these are the Futuremen — Simon Wright, Grag and Otho.”

  Simon Wright, the one known to the System as the Brain, held Carlin’s fascinated gaze as he mumbled acknowledgement of introduction.

  WRIGHT was totally divorced from human form. His “body” was a small, square transparent case, poised in mid-air on jetted magnetic beams. His face was merely the side of the case on which were his protruding glass lens-eyes and the curious resonator of his mechanical speech-apparatus.

  Carlin now remembered the story that people told and that he heard skeptically. If it were true, inside that box was a living human brain. Once it had been the brain of Doctor Simon Wright, brilliant, aged scientist of a generation ago, but when Wright was on the point of death, so they said, his living brain had been surgically removed and placed in the ingenious serum-case which had ever since served him as a mechanical body.

  If that story were true — but it must be true, after all, Carlin thought in stunned surprise, for the Brain was speaking to the President, in a metallic, inflectionless voice.

  “You said in your telaudio call that the vitron supply is threatened. What’s wrong?”

  “Yes, whats all this fuss about vitron?” boomed the loud voice of Grag. “It can’t be as important as people make out. I never take it.”

  Grag was a gigantic robot — a metal man, seven feet high, having massive arms and legs and a bulbous head with glowing, photoelectric eyes. Carlin had always believed he was an automaton, constructed with unusual cleverness.

  But this robot was no automaton! His blustering comment attested intelligence and perceptions equalling a human’s, a powerful mind and personality seated in the robot’s complex mechanical brain.

  Otho, third of the strange trio of Futuremen, was wholly manlike. Yet the stories insisted that he too had been artificially created, that he was an android or synthetic man born in a laboratory long ago.

  His slender white figure had a litheness that hinted agility and speed to match the titan strength of Grag. An ironical, reckless personality was mirrored in the android’s thin, mobile face and slanted green eyes.

  “Of course you don’t take vitron — only we humans take it,” he said tauntingly to Grag.

  Grag appealed loudly to Captain Future. “Chief, I thought you said Otho was to stop insulting me? Did you hear that crack?”

  “Cut your rockets, both of you,” Captain Future said sharply.

  They had sat down around the President’s big desk. All except the giant robot whom no ordinary chair would bear, and the brain who hovered silently beside Curt Newton and watched with expressionless lens-eyes.

  It was a weird council indeed to gather here in a tower of old New York! Carlin still felt a sense of unreality as he looked at the Brain, robot and android.

  These strange Futuremen, this quiet-eyed young Earthman — was it possible that they had done the things with which legend credited them? For the first time, Carlin’s numbed mind felt a vague hope.

  “You all know how vital the vitron supply is,” Crewe was saying. “You ought to know, since it was your joint labors that gave vitron to the System.”

  Carlin realized the truth of that. Zamok and Lin Sao had discovered vitron in their laboratories, but when the drug proved too complex to synthesize on a large scale, it was he himself who had developed vitron-plants which had a high content of the substance and could be grown wholesale.

  Vitron-plants would grow only in powerful solar radiation and high humidity. In the System, Venus alone met those conditions, and dry land there was limited. It was then that the Futuremen’s past explorations of nearby star-systems had revealed that the star Arkar had a planet, Roo, which was ideal for growing vitron-plants. On Roo had been established the colony which now grew the precious vitron for the System.

  “And you all know,” Crewe continued, “that the System depends for nine-tenths of its vitron on distant Roo. Now that supply is threatened by a rebellion of the Roo colony against the System Government!”

  Curt Newton’s brows drew together. “Rebellion on Roo? What would start it? What grievance have the colonists?”

  “It’s the Roons,” said the President. “They’ve been attacking the colonists, raiding their plantations. And the raids are getting worse.”

  “The Roons?” echoed Otho, puzzled. “The humanoid natives of Roo? I remember them, a primitive people of the red jungles. But they weren’t hostile when we first explored Roo ten years ago.”

  “They weren’t hostile to the colonists until a few months ago,” Commander Halk Anders said harshly. “Then they suddenly began attacking the colony. We believe someone is deliberately inciting them to hostility!”

  “We believe it, but we can’t prove it,” Crewe said wearily. “The attacks have enraged the colonists. They want to take summary vengeance on the natives. But we can’t permit that — it would mean a massacre of the Roons. It would be an evil beginning for our interstellar expansion. We want to stop these raids without slaughtering the inhabitants of Roo.” He spread his hands helplessly. “So the agitators for rebellion claim that the System Government won’t protect the colony, and that it should secede and declare its independence.” Carlin looked troubled.

  “We think someone is using this scheme to set up a puppet independent government on Roo and get a monopoly on vitron. Then vitron, which means health and life, would be sold only to those in the System who could pay high prices!”

  “A neat profiteering scheme, and not a new one,” rasped the Brain. “Remember that fellow Lu Suur who tried to corner vitron production on Venus, years back?”

  “Whatever became of Lu Suur, anyway?” Curt Newton asked thoughtfully.

  The President nodded. “We thought of that. The fellow dropped out of sight after the Roo project broke his attempt at monopoly. He might be mixed up in this. Joan and Ezra are checking on him.”

  “I’ve been saying that the way to nip this whole rebellion business is to send a big Patrol squadron, to Roo and crush the revolt before it begins,” Halk Anders cut in harshly.

  WEARILY Crewe shook his head. “We’ve argued that out. The colonists are so inflamed now that any show of force would be interpreted as coercion by the Government, and would bring the rebellion to a head. It would play into Harmer’s hands.”

  “Harmer?” Captain Future’s question came sharply.

  “Jed Harmer is the leader of the independence movement on Roo. We think he’s only a puppet of the real conspirators, whoever they are.”

  Curt Newton spoke thoughtfully. “Since your reports indicate that those conspirators have deliberately incited the Roons to hostility, why not send secret agents to Roo to expose that fact? If the colonists there learned how th
ey’ve been tricked, they’d turn against the agitators immediately.”

  “We did send four of the Patrol’s best secret agents to Roo,” the President said. “All four of them met death on the way there — ‘accidentally’. Their identity and purpose had been suspected.”

  Newton shrugged. “Then the job must be undertaken by agents who know Roo thoroughly yet who will not be suspected.”

  He looked around their faces. “I think this is a job the seven of us could do — us Futuremen and these three scientists,” he said coolly.

  Philip Carlin felt an incredulous amazement stiffen his face. “Zamok and Lin and I will go to Roo with you as secret agents? But how —”

  “You three have a plausible reason to visit Roo without being suspected,” Newton pointed out. “You’re the discoverers and developers of vitron, and what more logical than that you should visit Roo again for further research? No one will dream that you’re there as Government agents.”

  “But what do we know about that kind of work?” babbled Lin Sao.

  “You know Roo, and that’s what will count the most,” retorted Captain Future. “Well, will you go?”

  Carlin felt stunned. The last thing he had expected was a proposal such as this.

  His first impulse was to refuse. He a secret agent? He, the botanist who knew nothing of secret missions, of danger or conspiracies?

  Carlin opened his mouth to reject the proposal. Across the desk he met the gray eyes of Captain Future, quietly watching him.

  He was never after able to explain it to himself. But with incredulous horror, he heard himself saying, “I’ll go, for one.”

  Zamok nodded in his silent Martian way. And Lin Sao, his plump face eager, added, “I, too! Nobody will profiteer on vitron if I can stop it.”