Stand by for Mars! by Carey Rockwell (motivational novels for students TXT) 📕

eyes searching out the misty planet Venus. Phil Morgan thought a moment, and faced toward the wall with the inlaid star chart of the sky, thinking of sun-bathed Georgia. Tom Corbett stared straight at a blank wall.

Each boy did not see what was in front of him yet he saw further, perhaps, than he had ever seen before. He looked into a future which held the limitlessness of the universe and new worlds and planets to be lifted out of the oblivion of uncharted depths of space to come.

They repeated slowly⁠ ⁠…

“… I solemnly swear to uphold the Constitution of the Solar Alliance, to obey interplanetary law, to protect the liberties of the planets, to safeguard the freedom of space and to uphold the cause of peace throughout the universe⁠ ⁠… to this end, I dedicate my life!”

II

Tom Corbett’s first day at Space Academy began at 0530 hours with the blaring of the “Cadet Corps Song” over the central communicators:

“From the rocket fields of the Academy
To the far-flung stars of outer space,
We’re Space Cadets training to be
Ready for dangers we may face.

“Up in the sky, rocketing past
Higher than high, faster than fast,
Out into space, into the sun
Look at her go when we give her the gun.

“From the rocket fields of the⁠ ⁠…”

Within sixty seconds, the buildings of the Academy rocked with the impact of three thousand voices singing the last stanza. Lights flashed on in every window. Cadets raced through the halls and across the quadrangle. The central communicator began the incessant mustering of cadets, and the never-ending orders of the day.

“… Unit 38-Z report to Captain Edwards for astrogation. Unit 68-E report to Commander Walters for special assignments.”

On and on, down the list of senior cadets, watch officers, and the newly arrived Earthworms. Units and individuals to report for training or study in everything from ground assembly of an atomic rocket motor, to the history of the founding of the Solar Alliance, the governing body of the tri-planet civilization.

Tom Corbett stepped out of the shower in Section 42-D and bellowed at the top of his voice.

“Hit the deck, Astro! Make use of the gravity!” He tugged at an outsized foot dangling over the side of an upper bunk.

“Uhhhh⁠—ahhhh⁠—hummmmm,” groaned the cadet from Venus and tried to go back to sleep.

Philip Morgan stepped into the shower, turned on the cold water, screeched at the top of his voice, gradually trailing off into countless repetitions of the last verse of the Academy song.

“Damp your tubes, you blasted space monkey,” roared Astro, sitting up bleary-eyed.

“What time do we eat?” asked Tom, pulling on the green one-piece coverall of the Earthworm cadet candidates.

“I don’t know,” replied Astro, opening his mouth in a cavernous yawn. “But it’d better be soon. I like space, but not between my backbone and my stomach!”

Warrant Officer McKenny burst into the room and began to compete with the rest of the noise outside the buildings.

“Five minutes to the dining hall and you’d better not be late! Take the slidestairs down to the twenty-eighth floor. Tell the mess cadet in charge of the hall your unit number and he’ll show you to the right table. Remember where it is, because you’ll have to find it yourself after that, or not eat. Finish your breakfast and report to the ninety-ninth floor to Dr. Dale at seven hundred hours!”

And as fast as he had arrived, he was gone, a flash of red color with rasping voice trailing behind.

Exactly one hour and ten minutes later, promptly at seven o’clock, the three members of Unit 42-D stood at attention in front of Dr. Joan Dale, along with the rest of the green-clad cadets.

When the catcalls and wolf whistles had died away, Dr. Dale, pretty, trim, and dressed in the gold and black uniform of the Solar Guard, held up her hand and motioned for the cadets to sit down.

“My answer to your⁠—” she paused, smiled and continued, “your enthusiastic welcome is simply⁠—thank you. But we’ll have no further repetitions. This is Space Academy⁠—not a primary school!”

Turning abruptly, she stood beside a round desk in the well of an amphitheater, and held up a thin tube about an inch in diameter and twelve inches long.

“We will now begin your classification tests,” she said. “You will receive one of these tubes. Inside, you will find four sheets of paper. You are to answer all the questions on each paper and place them back in the tube. Take the tube and drop it in the green outline slot in this wall.”

She indicated a four-inch-round hole to her left, outlined with green paint. Beside it, was another slot outlined with red paint. “Remain there until the tube is returned to you in the red slot. Take it back to your desk.” She paused and glanced down at her desk.

“Now, there are four possible classifications for a cadet. Control-deck officer, which includes leadership and command. Astrogation officer, which includes radar and communications. And power-deck officer for engine-room operations. The fourth classification is for advanced scientific study here at the Academy. Your papers are studied by an electronic calculator that has proven infallible. You must make at least a passing grade on each of the four classifications.”

Dr. Dale looked up at the rows of upturned, unsmiling faces and stepped from the dais, coming to a halt near the first desk.

“I know that all of you here have your hearts set on becoming spacemen, officers in the Solar Guard. Most of you want to be space pilots. But there must be astrogators, radar engineers, communication officers and power-deck operators on each ship, and,” she paused, braced her shoulders and added, “some of you will not be accepted for any of these. Some of you will wash out.”

Dr. Dale turned her back on the cadets, not wanting to look at the sudden pallor that washed over their faces. It was brutal, she thought, this test. Why bring them all the way to the Academy and then give the tests? Why not start the entrance exams