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  1. Call Me Joe
  2. Editor’s Introduction
  3. Poul Anderson by Greg Bear
  4. Call Me Joe
  5. Prayer in War
  6. Tomorrow’s Children
  7. Kinnison’s Band
  8. The Helping Hand
  9. Wildcat
  10. Clausius’ Chaos
  11. Journey’s End
  12. Heinlein’s Stories
  13. Logic
  14. Time Patrol
  15. The First Love
  16. The Double-Dyed Villains
  17. To a Tavern Wench
  18. The Immortal Game
  19. Backwardness
  20. Haiku
  21. Genius
  22. There Will Be Other Times
  23. The Live Coward
  24. Ballade of an Artificial Satellite
  25. Time Lag
  26. The Man Who Came Early
  27. Autumn
  28. Turning Point
  29. Honesty
  30. The Alien Enemy
  31. Eventide
  32. Enough Rope
  33. The Sharing of Flesh
  34. Barbarous Allen
  35. Welcome
  36. Flight to Forever
  37. Sea Burial
  38. Barnacle Bull
  39. To Jack Williamson
  40. Time Heals
  41. MacCannon
  42. The Martian Crown Jewels
  43. Then Death Will Come
  44. Prophecy
  45. Einstein’s Distress
  46. Kings Who Die
  47. Ochlan
  48. Starfog
  49. Want to read more?
  50. About the Author, Artist, and Publisher
  51. Publication History
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. Praise for the works of Poul Anderson

Judas priest! Was ever a man in such an ugh situation?

Langnes peered at the sheaf of papers in his hand. “I have drafted a report of our findings with regard to the, ah, space barnacles,” he said. “I would like you gentlemen to criticize it as I read aloud. We have now accounted for the vanishing of the previous ships—”

Helledahl mopped his brow. Tiny beads of sweat broke loose and glittered in the air. “That doesn’t do much good if we also vanish,” he pointed out.

“Quite,” Langnes looked irritated. “Believe me, I am more than willing to turn home at once. But that is impracticable, as Professor Winge has shown and the unfortunate Chinese example has confirmed.”

“I say it’s just as impracticable to follow the original orbit,” declared Bull.

“I understand you don’t like it here,” said Winge, “but really, courting an almost certain death in order to escape two more years of boredom seems a trifle extreme.”

“The boredom will be all the worse, now that we don’t have anything to work toward,” said Bull.

The captain’s monocle glared at him. “Ahem!” said Langnes. “If you gentlemen are quite through, may I have the floor?”

“Sure,” said Bull. “Or the wall or the ceiling, if you prefer. Makes no difference here.”

“I’ll skip the preamble of the report and start with our conclusions. ‘Winge believes the barnacles originated as a possibly mutant life form on the ancient planet before it was destroyed. The slower breakup of the resulting super-asteroidal masses gave this life time to adapt to spatial conditions. The organism itself is not truly protoplasmic. Instead of water, which would either boil or freeze in vacuo at this distance from the sun, the essential liquid is some heavy substance we have not been able to identify except as an aromatic compound.’ ”

“Aromatic is too polite,” said Bull, wrinkling his nose.

The air purifiers had still not gotten all the chemical stench out.

Langnes proceeded unrelenting: “ ‘The basic chemistry does remain that of carbon, of proteins, albeit with an extensive use of complex silicon compounds. We theorize the life cycle as follows. The adult form ejects spores which drift freely through space. Doubtless most are lost, but such wastefulness is characteristic of nature on Earth, too. When a spore does chance on a meteorite or an asteroid it can use, it develops rapidly. It requires silicon and carbon, plus traces of other elements; hence it must normally flourish only on stony meteorites, which are, however, the most abundant sort. Since the barnacle’s powerful, pseudo-enzymatic digestive processes—deriving their ultimate energy from sunlight—also extract metals where these exist, it must eliminate same, which it does by laying down a plating, molecule by molecule, under its shell. Research into the details of this process should interest both biologists and metallurgists.

“ ‘The shell serves a double function. To some extent, it protects against ionizing radiation of solar or cosmic origin. Also, being a nonconductor, it can hold a biologically generated static charge, which will cause nearby dust to drift down upon it. Though this is a slow method of getting the extra nourishment, the barnacle is exceedingly long-lived, and can adjust its own metabolic and reproductive rates to the exigencies of the situation. Since the charge is not very great, and he himself is encased in metal, a spaceman notices no direct consequences.