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TABLE OF CONTENTS
1/ Hour X
2/ The Igniter Strikes
3/ Robots on the Rampage
4/ Chaos in New York
5/ Destination Venus

1/ HOUR X

Transition out of hyperspace.
They came from the 5th dimension where they had been nothing but energy and
had merely consisted of structures reflecting their natural identity.
The process always caused the same bodily pains. Routine practice was of no
avail: each new transition brought a new shock.
It was an aching in their bones and as normal space reclaimed their bodies their
eyes had to slowly readjust. Colourful dancing figures appeared from out a peculiar
twilight. They vanished slowly as reality became visible piece by piece. And then
Rhodan looked into Bell's broad grin, which was not too convincing.
Reginald Bell was not ashamed to groan aloud and to swear as he rubbed his neck.
It did not matter to him that the entire crew of the STARDUST Command Central
was watching. He was convinced that everyone was primarily concerned with
himself because the pain and the shock had befallen them all.
"Thank God! We are home!"
These could only be the words of someone who had lived for a long time in cosmic
concepts. After all, they were still far beyond the orbit of Pluto, about 80
astronomical units from Earth.
On the other hand, when one considered that this space jump could carry them a
distance of 320 light-years within a minimal period.
A droning buzzer pierced their random musings. It sounded as if 100 transformers
had become defective all at once. Instantly the waning ache in their limbs was
forgotten. A siren could not have caused more uproar.
"You see! Our hyperjumps just had to go wrong sometime! I don't want to look
when the bow screen warms up." Reginald Bell was not the only one experiencing
fear. A sound, no matter how familiar, loses its insignificance when it occurs
simultaneously with the return from hyperspace. In spite of all the safeguards
provided by the highly developed Arkonide technology, humans instinctively
remained suspicious.
By now Rhodan, who had experienced the shortest moment of anxiety, was
grinning. "The screen is warm, gentlemen. I don't know why you are getting so
excited."
The instrument panels in Command Central had long since sprung to life. The
familiar constellation of the Sol System was glistening on the screen. Search beams
and radar were automatically extended. Complicated antennas were picking up all
recognizable impressions from the electromagnetic spectrum and relaying them in
comprehensible symbols onto the central observation panel before the eyes of the
chief pilot.
There could be no more doubt: the transition had gone smoothly. They were home
again. Still Rhodan's grin only lasted a few seconds.
The noise had been caused by the overly powerful hypercom system of the ship.
Within moments it had absorbed a lengthy message with its electronically