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Through infinite deeps of space Jerry Foster hurtles to the Moon--only to be trapped by a barbaric race and offered as a living sacrifice to Oong, their loathsome, hypnotic god.

Some kids never want to grow down. That's how progress is made.

Set in 2350. Gabatrix: The Silver Rain is set a couple months after Gabatrix: The Violet Wave. A distress call is picked up near the colony of Eutera. The United Human Navy must send a response team to investigate the cause. Note: Please read the disclaimers before reading this story. Story contains Science Fiction, Space, Sex, Female Human/Female Alien (intersex), F/F or F/I, War, Violence, Horror, Action, Survival, Graphic.

Writers have long dreamed of a plot machine, but the machines in Script-Lab did much more than plot the story--they wrote it. Why bother with human writers when the machines did the job so much faster and better?

There is a way around every tabu, knock on wood--but just watch out that the wood doesn't knock back!

Eighteen men and two women in the closed world of a space ship for five months can only spell tension and trouble--but in this case, the atmosphere was "literally" poisoned.

Out of the flow of time there appears to Commander John Hanson a man of mystery from the forgotten past.

When but a child of seven my uncle placed me in a private school in which one of the so-called redeemed sub-sailors was a teacher of the German language. As I look back now, in the light of my present knowledge, I better comprehend the docile humility and carefully nurtured ignorance of this man.

I admit it: I didn't know if I was coming or going--but I know that if I stuck to the old man, I was a comer. even if he was a goner!

"Well, Corporal Westerburg," Doctor Henry Harris said gently, "just why do you think you're a plant?" As he spoke, Harris glanced down again at the card on his desk. It was from the Base Commander himself, made out in Cox's heavy scrawl: Doc, this is the lad I told you about. Talk to him and try to find out how he got this delusion. He's from the new Garrison, the new check-station on Asteroid Y-3, and we don't want anything to go wrong there. Especially a silly damn thing like this!