 What is the image Hatcher’s team sees on the viewing consul?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, January 1963. Whatever it was, he had no business in it; for five minutes before he had been spaceborne, on the Long Jump from Earth to the thriving colonies circling Betelgeuse Nine. McCray was ship's navigator, plotting course corrections—not that there were any, ever; but the reason there were none was that the check-sightings were made every hour of the long flight. He had read off the azimuth angles from the computer sights, automatically locked on their beacon stars, and found them correct; then out of long habit confirmed the locking mechanism visually. How to explain a set of Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire? Areas in it had the appearance of gratings; from them issued the pungent, distasteful halogen odor. Item, a short time ago—subjectively it seemed to be minutes—he had been aboard the Jodrell Bank with nothing more on his mind than completing his check-sighting and meeting one of the female passengers for coffee. He pressed the unsealing tabs, slipped his hand into the vacant chest of the suit and pulled out the hand mike. Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new antibiotic—and with the prayerful emotions of a starving, shipwrecked, sailor, watching the inward bobbing drift of a wave-born cask that may contain food. Hatcher did not in any way look like a human being, but they had features in common.
 A human female
 A human female  Hatcher’s specimen  The Jordell Bank  A human male