 What would have happened if Click’s camera broke in the crash?
For Click and Irish were marooned on the pirate's asteroid—their only weapons a single gun and a news-reel camera. It made a spiked fist and knocked the rear-jets flat, and the ship spun like a cosmic merry-go-round. Hathaway only knew he was picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't long in following, swearing loud words. A sweeter one still of Marnagan beating hell out of the controls and keeping his words to himself until just now. "Is this what ?" yelled Marnagan inside his helmet. They stood in the middle of a pocked, time-eroded meteor plain that stretched off, dipping down into silent indigo and a rash of stars. Upon the sharp meteoric rocks Hathaway saw the tangled insides of the radio, the food supply mashed and scattered. "It's not proof we need now, Click. Oh, God, this would make great news-release stuff if we ever get back to Earth. Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. Click's voice gasped it out, as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him. Instinctively, Hathaway added, "Asteroid monsters! You're doing nothing but sitting, looking like a little boy locked in a bedroom closet, so take me a profile shot of the beasties and myself."
 They would have continued to believe the monsters were real.
 Irish would have died on impact.  They would have returned immediately to Luna Base.  They would have caught Gunther faster.  They would have continued to believe the monsters were real.