 What would happen if they didn’t change course?
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.] 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. 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. That I was floating in a room that had a curved wall ... that nothing was right in this hostile room? 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. The name meant nothing to me, but I thought about it, watching the relentless lights that shone below the dials. Walking was like treading water that couldn't be seen or felt. I floated against the door, twisting the handle in fear that it wouldn't turn. I turned on my side like a swimmer and went hand over hand, shooting down the corridor. I braced against forward motion and stopped against a door at the end. I will always remember the scream of terror, the paralyzing fright of what I saw through the portholes in the wall of the room. There was no depth to the searing brightness of countless stars. They seemed to press against the glass, blobs of fire against a black curtain burning into my eyes and brain. 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. WHY, Why, Why? Now it must tell me why I didn't. It must tell me.... It was the only thing I saw that could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of the clear portholes.
 They would crash into the yellow-white star.
 They would run out of oxygen before landing.  They would crash into the yellow-white star.  They would be thrown out of the sun’s orbit.  They would die before arriving back to Earth.