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Space Cadet
By Robert A. Heinlein
Copyright(c) 1948
ISBN 0-345-26072-4
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CONTENTS
I TERRA BASE 7
II ELIMINATION PROCESS 16
III OVER THE BUMPS 26
IV FIRST MUSTER 40
V INTO SPACE 49
VI READING, AND 'RITING, AND 'RITHMETIC- 64
VII TO MAKE A SPACEMAN 75
VIII TERRA STATION 89
IX LONG HAUL 99
X GUIS CUSTODIET IPSOS CUSTODES? 113
XI P.R.S. AES TRIPLEX 126
XII P.R.S. PATHFINDER 140
XIII LONG WAY HOME 148
XIV THE NATIVES ARE FRIENDLY 156
XV PIE WITH A FORK 176
XVI P.R.S. ASTARTE 189
XVII HOTCAKES FOR BREAKFAST 202
XVIII IN THE COMMANDANT'S OFFICE 217
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I TERRA BASE
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"To MATTHEW BROOKS DODSON," the paper in his hand read, "greetings:

"Having successfully completed the field elimination tests for appointment to the position of cadet in the Interplanetary Patrol you are authorized to report to the Commandant, Terra Base, Santa Barbara Field, Colorado, North American Union, Terra, on or before One July 2075, for further examination.

"You are cautioned to remember that the majority of candidates taking these final tests usually fail and you should provide-"

Matt folded the paper and stuck it back in his belt pouch. He did not care to think about the chance of failure. The passenger across from him, a boy about his own age, caught his eye. "That paper looks familiar, you a candidate too?"

"That's right."

"Well, shake! M' name's Jarman-I'm from Texas."

"Glad to know you, Tex. I'm Matt Dodson, from Des Moines."

"Howdy, Matt. We ought to be about there-" The car sighed softly and slowed; their chairs rocked to meet the rapid deceleration. The car stopped and their chairs swung back to normal position. "We are there," Jarman finished.

The telescreen at the end of the car, busy a moment before with a blonde beauty demonstrating Sorkin's SuperStellar Soap, now read: TERRA BASE STATION. The two boys grabbed their bags, and hurried out. A moment later, they were on the escalator, mounting to the surface.

Facing the station a half mile away in the cool, thin air stood Hayworth Hall, Earth headquarters of the fabulous Patrol. Matt stared at it, trying to realize that he was at last seeing it.

Jarman nudged him. "Come on."