نص القصة المصورة
- The rocket metal cooled in the meadow winds. Its lid gave a bulging pop. From its clock interior steeped a man, a woman, and two children.
- "What's wrong?"
- "Let's get back on the rocket."
- “Are you sure, Laura?”
- “Oh, Harry!”
- “Mother, Father—the war, Earth!” she sobbed. “A radio flash just came. Atom bombs hit New York! All the space rockets blown up. No more rockets to Mars, ever!”
- “Come on, Harry"
- “Autumn,”
- “Yes . . . no.” She hesitated. “I don’t know.”
- “That’s right, Harry. What about you?”
- “Work! You can finish that rocket in the autumn, when it’s cooler.”
- “In the autumn is better.”
- “Cora!”
- “In the autumn,”
- "Yes,"
- “Do you see? They’re different. They’ve changed! They’re not peach blossoms any more!”
- “Iorrt. Iorrt.”
- A strange word emerged from Mr. Bittering’s lips.
- “I—I want to change my name.”
- “Change it?”
- "Yes."
- “What is this new name?”
- “Linnl. Isn’t that a good name? Can I use it? Can’t I, please?”
- “Yes, you can use it.”
- "Why not?"
- “Yeah, Harry. I’m going. So is Sam. Aren’t you Sam?”
- “Everyone’s going. You heard?”
- ‘‘All going. That’s right.”
- “Up to the villas,”
- ‘“Going where?”
- “I’ve got work to do here. “
- “I got the frame all set up.”
- "got to work."
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