The Broken Cycle: A John Grimes Rim Novel [Secure eReader]
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eBook by A. Bertram Chandler
eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Being lost in space was no new experience to John Grimes, whose career as an interstellar officer had brought him into many such dilemmas. But being lost inside a colossal alien spacecraft had no precedent. Complicating the matter was the discovery that the very universe was not their own but an alternate and that their captor seemed to be the omnipotent force of that entire other cosmos.
As Grimes' only companion was the comely policewoman, Una Freedman. The fate that the Alien God selected for them required the creation of a Garden of Eden. But there were two serpents in this one -- both of them bicycles!
It's a weird, wild romp in space-time -- one of the most surprising adventures of the man that has been called the Horatio Hornblower of Space.
This book is out of print and very hard to find.
eBook Publisher: JABberwocky Literary Agency
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2000
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John Grimes -- although he hated to have to admit it, even to himself -- was bored.
He could not rid himself of the guilty feeling that he should not have been; he knew that many of his fellow officers, back at Lindisfarne Base, would have changed places with him quite willingly. He was in a situation of maximum temptation combined with maximum opportunity. He was sharing a well equipped ship's boat, the certified capacity of which was twenty persons, with one attractive girl. The small craft, in addition to its not inconsiderable stock of concentrated foodstuffs, was fitted with algae vats by means of which all organic wastes could be reprocessed indefinitely. It was, in fact, a closed ecology which would continue to function throughout the lifetimes of the boat's crew. Air, food and water -- or the lack of these essentials -- would never be a problem to Lieutenant Commander John Grimes and Federation Sky Marshal Una Freeman, even though there was some consumption of hydrogen by the little atomic fusion power unit.
He looked up from the chess problem -- White to play and mate in three moves -- that he was trying to work out. (The boat, of course, was well stocked with such recreational facilities as require little stowage space -- but Uná Freeman did not play chess and was capable of participation in only the most childish card games.) The girl looked down at him. She was naked save for the magnetic-soled sandals that she had found in the boat's gear locker. (She and Grimes had taken off their spacesuits when they realized that they would not be leaving the boat for quite some while -- and then, having shed their longjohns, the standard underwear with space armor, had decided that there was no point in resuming this rather ugly clothing until they had to. Apart from anything else, it would be subjected to needless wear and tear, and they would be wanting it when they put on their suits again.) She was a splendid creature, especially in free fall conditions. Her lustrous, dark brown hair floated in waves about her strong featured, handsome rather than merely pretty face. In a gravitational field or under acceleration her full breasts must have sagged, if only a little; now they were displayed to their best advantage. But her deeply tanned athlete's body did not need the flattery of zero G environment She exercised regularly with the facilities provided-- a system of heavy springs -- and bullied Grimes into doing likewise.
She said, not very warmly, "Dinner, John. Or is it lunch, or breakfast? I'm losing track of time."
He inquired, without much interest, "What's on, Una?"
She replied, "Need you ask? Some of the pinkish goo tastes vaguely of fish. I've tarted it up with chopped algae from the vat." She grimaced, puckering her full lips. "The trouble is that I just can't help remembering what goes into the vat as fertilizer."
"We're getting our own back," said Grimes.
She snorted her distaste. "That's not funny."
No, it wasn't all that funny, although it had been the first time that he said it. To begin with it had all been a glorious game of Adam-and-Eve-in-a-lifeboat, made all the more enjoyable by the certain knowledge that Mummy, as personified by the Federation Survey Service, would soon appear to take them home and give them a proper, hot meal before tucking them into their little beds. But Mummy was one hell of a long time a-coming...
Grimes unbuckled himself from his chair, got up and followed the girl to the part of the boat that they had made their dining room. He watched the alluring sway of her dimpled buttocks greedily. He was beginning to understand how some peoples, meat-hungry although otherwise far from starving, have resorted to cannibalism. But he did not, so far as he knew, have any Maori blood in his veins.
There were two plates -- plastic, but each with a small, sealed-in magnet -- on top of the steel-surfaced folding table. On each plate, adhering to the surface by its own viscosity, was a mound of the pale pink concentrate, specked with green. Sticking up from each heap was a spoon.
She faced him across the table, the unappetizing meal. She made no move to commence eating, and neither did he. Her rather broad face was serious, her wide mouth set in grim lines. Her blue eyes looked at him steadily. She demanded, "John, what is wrong?"
He replied defensively, "A man likes to be alone for some of the time." His prominent ears reddened, although the embarrassed flush did not spread to the rest of his ruggedly unhandsome face -- a face, nonetheless, that not a few women had found attractive.
She snapped, "I didn't mean that, and you know it. Neither of us wants to live in the other's pockets all the time...."
"What pockets?" asked Grimes innocently.
"Shut up, and let me finish. As far as I'm concerned, lover boy, you can play chess with yourself until you wear the bloody board out. But what has gone wrong?"
Plenty, thought Grimes.
"I wish I knew," he admitted.
"You're the spaceman," she told him. "You should know."
Copyright © 1979 by A. Bertram Chandler