 What would happen if they didn’t change course?
[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.] 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. 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? The name meant nothing to me, but I thought about it, watching the relentless lights that shone below the dials. 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 was the only thing I saw that could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of the clear portholes. Your maximum deviation from schedule cannot exceed two degrees. He was as still as death, motionless without warmth or breath as I hovered over him.
 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.