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The original text appears when hovering the cursor over the marked text. This e-text was produced from Amazing Science Fiction Stories March 1959. He was a living weapon of destruction— immeasurably powerful, utterly invulnerable. Trella feared she was in for trouble even before Motwick's head dropped forward on his arms in a drunken stupor. It was a squalid saloon in the rougher section of Jupiter's View, the terrestrial dome-colony on Ganymede. A woman could not possibly make her way through these streets alone to the better section of town, especially one clad in a silvery evening dress. Perhaps she could call one of Motwick's friends; she had no one on Ganymede she could call a real friend herself. Trella swung with her whole body, and slapped him so hard he nearly fell from his chair. In desperation, she dodged around the short man and took refuge behind him. Her protector was obviously unwilling, but the dark man, faced with his massiveness, took no chances. The dark man moved in on Trella again as Kregg overtook his quarry and swung a huge fist like a sledgehammer. Exactly what happened, Trella wasn't sure. She had the impression that Kregg's fist connected squarely with the short man's chin before he dodged to one side in a movement so fast it was a blur. It smashed on Kregg's head, splashing the floor with liquor, and Kregg sank stunned to his knees. The dark man, who had grabbed Trella's arm, released her and ran for the door. The gravity of Ganymede was hardly more than that of Earth's moon, but the way the man picked up the limp Motwick with one hand and tossed him over a shoulder was startling: as though he lifted a feather pillow. He followed Trella out the door of the Golden Satellite and fell in step beside her. The transparent dome of Jupiter's View was faintly visible in the reflected night lights of the colonial city, but the lights were overwhelmed by the giant, vari-colored disc of Jupiter itself, riding high in the sky. “He and my mother lived on Jupiter until the oxygen equipment wore out at last. I was born and brought up there, and I was finally able to build a small rocket with a powerful enough drive to clear the planet.” He trod the street with a light, controlled step, seeming to deliberately hold himself down. “If Dr. Mansard succeeded in landing on Jupiter, why didn't anyone ever hear from him again?” she demanded. 53 “You wear Motwick on your shoulder like a scarf.
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