 Where is Stinson from?
Stinson lay still in the sand where he fell, gloating over the success of his arrival. He touched the pencil-line scar behind his ear where the cylinder was buried, marveling at the power stored there, power to fling him from earth to this fourth planet of the Centaurian system in an instant. It had happened so fast that he could almost feel the warm, humid Missouri air, though he was light years from Missouri. A gray, funnel-shaped cloud of dust stood off to his left. Weather control made cyclones and other climatic phenomena on earth practically non-existent. Dark clouds capped one peak of the mountains on his left. He was here and Earth was somewhere up there. The sun shone obliquely, throwing Stinson's shadow upon the sand. Again Stinson felt the urge to run, or to use the cylinder to project himself somewhere else, but he said, "No!" very firmly to himself. He was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of supporting life. As he stood beside a small creek, a chill wind blew from the northwest. "My name is Stinson," he said, pointing to himself. Still angered, Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his head. But up to now the tube and the chain was the only evidence of an advanced technology, unless the ancient inscriptions in the stone wall of the pool, and the statues lining the wall were evidences.
 Missouri
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