Letar efter bok: Jordens tv-stjärna kidnappad av utomjordingar. Jorden kommer att flyttas och läggas i stasis i 1000 år

Troubled Star , en roman av George O. Smith ; som ursprungligen publicerades (förmodligen i en kortare version) i Förtrollande historier , februari 1953 , som finns tillgängligt på Internet Archive ; paperback-utgåvor av Avalon Books, 1957 och Beacon böcker (Galaxy Science Fiction novel # 38), 1959 .

Bakre omslaget från Beacon-utgåvan:

To the technicians of Marandis, center of a galactic culture, the problem seemed simple enough. A new star route had been discovered through the galaxy, and markers were needed to guide the ships. Three technicians landed on a small planet near a small sun, which had been chosen for such a traffic role. Chat Honger, Bren Fallow and Seyth Radnor soon found that the third planet of this little sun did contain intelligent life. And since making this sun into a three-day variable star would be fatal to life on this planet, measures had to be taken to protect these people.

Contact had to be made with the leader of this world so that the situation could be explained to its people. So Seyth Radnor turned his menslator on earth, and discovered that the man in everyone's mind was Dusty Britton of the Space Patrol.

Unfortunately, Radnor's investigation via menslator was somewhat incomplete. It failed to inform him that Dusty Britton was a TV and movie star. But the surprise awaiting the technicians from Marandis was more than equalled by the surprise awaiting the conceited TV actor, when Dusty Britton encountered Seyth Radnor in his space ship. Here is a novel of a man who found that he had to be what he had been pretending to be. This was one performance he dared not fluff for there would never be a remake.

Dusty's ardent love making on earth with a glamorous movie star and an equally passionate affair with a nurse on Marandis makes a sensational parallel in this fast moving, romantic science fiction novel.

En Earth TV-stjärna försvinner lanseringen i bana som en del av hans roll.

The roar that went up was for their beloved hero waving out of the spacelock, not the technician who raced down the ramp, followed by the portly Martin Gramer. The spacelock swung closed as the spaceport jeep, that had been awaiting Gramer, pulled away with dusty and Gramer in the back.

They were a half mile away when the thundering roar came. No one noticed them wending their way through the crowd; every eye on the field was looking upwards, straining to see the spacecraft that was carrying Dusty Britton and The Space Patrol off to new adventures.

Han är ute på en yacht med en flickvän.

"Like it, Barbara?"

"Wonderful. So quiet, and sort of clean and peaceful."

"Yeah. Well, here's to the Space Patrol."

Barbara laughed. "What're you supposed to be doing?"

"Darned if I know," he said. "Maybe doing research for The Space Patrol Meets Moby Dick."

"You'd better hope that The Space Patrol doesn't catch you all at sea with me."

Främmande skepp dyker upp, sår av antennerna på sin yacht och de tar honom ombord.

"Help! Help!" he roared into the mike. "This is Dusty Britton. Calling from the schooner Buccaneer, about a hundred miles southwest of the tip of Baja California. We are attacked by an alien spacecraft! Help! Help! This is . . ."

He let his voice trail away. The output meter had dropped to zero.

Dumbly frightened, filled with a sense of futility, Dusty turned from the dead radio and made his way back to the deck. A man stood in the open spacelock of the gigantic spacecraft with a fluted-barrelled object in his hand; on the schooner's deck, some hot droplets of copper sizzled against the varnish and sent up tiny streamers of whitish smoke. The radio antenna was gone. Only a six-inch stump remained and the end of the stump was blobbed and turned down back against itself; bright-burned copper showed on the blobbed end.

"Please," said Seyth Radnor, "do not be frightened. I am here on a friendly mission."

Jorden kommer att flyttas och läggas i stasis i 1000 år.

"A thousand years, quick?"

"Yes. We put a barytrine field around Earth, and tow the planet to some star similar to Sol. The barytrine field is a sort of time stasis—we don't know all about them yet but we're learning—which will make it seem as though there were a sudden cosmic wink. And as quick as a wink to you, you'll be safe from your variable sun and rotating around a nice stable one."

"With a thousand years out of the middle of our lives."

"You won't notice it."

Han visar sig att de kan flytta solar istället, så han blir rik.

Dusty nodded and the little spreckles blinked at his eyes. "I'm just thinking that if you can move a planet away from a star you want to convert into a three-day variable, you might be able to take your barytrine field and slap it around this star here." Dusty pointed to one with a forefinger. "Then you move it aside, and that gives you a long run from this beacon to that beacon—missing Sol by a full inch—er—eight and a third light years."

Gant blinked. Slowly, he said, "Move the star . . ." and let his voice trail away into a mutter. "Move the interfering star . . . he repeated again. "Then . . . My God!"