Disease contaminated their ship; any moment one of them might become infected and spray lethal sparks to the others. There was no cure--except prevention. And that meant-- Commander Al Andrews had closed and locked the energy-proof, neutralizing bulkheads against the creeping red glow that infected one quadrant of his circular space ship. Now he stood in the Control Center, in the mid-section of the revolving wagon-wheel ship, looking at Oakey Matthews.…
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