 Where was David?
CAPTAIN CHAOS By D. ALLEN MORRISSEY Science equipped David Corbin with borrowed time; sent him winging out in a state of suspension to future centuries ... to a dark blue world whose only defense was to seal tight the prying minds of foolish interlopers. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories November 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "Your name is David Corbin. There were round dials set in a row above a speaker. Over the mesh-covered speaker, two knobs glowed red. The curve met another straight bulkhead on the left. "Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your right." The mesh-covered hole and the two lights looked like a caricature of a face, set in a panel of dials. I reached down to the tightness that held my body, found the wide strap that held me and fumbled with the buckle. How do you describe being weightless when you are born into a world bound by gravity. There was no sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. a door to my left that appeared to be air tight. I rubbed them across my face, feeling the solidity of flesh and bone, afraid to think too hard about myself. "My name ... my name is...." "Your name is David Corbin." The name meant nothing to me, but I thought about it, watching the relentless lights that shone below the dials. I was naked except for heavy shorts, and there was no clue to my name in the pockets. I pushed out into it and grasped the metal rail that ran along the wall. I turned on my side like a swimmer and went hand over hand, shooting down the corridor. Behind me I could see the opened door I had left, and the thought of that questioning voice made me want to move. After the first shock of looking out, I accepted the fact that I was in a space ship, yet I couldn't read the maps that were fastened to a table, nor understand the function or design of the compact machinery. Now it must tell me why I didn't. It had to help me, that flat metallic voice that repeated the same words. It must tell me.... "Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your right." It was the only thing I saw that could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of the clear portholes.
 A weightless spaceship
 Dead  On Earth  A weightless spaceship  A small room