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"Jonah of the Jove Run" is a short story written by Ray Bradbury and first published in 1948.
The story is set in a future where space travel is common and interplanetary trade routes exist between Earth and its various colonies. The main character, Jonah, is a pilot who navigates a dangerous route called the Jove Run (Jupiter Passage). This route is dangerous due to the close proximity to Jupiter's gravity, which creates unpredictable conditions for the spacecraft.
As Jonah begins his journey through Jove Run, the story explores themes of courage, adventure, and the dangers associated with exploration. Bradbury's narrative style in "Jonah of the Jove Run" blends science fiction elements with poetic lyricism to vividly depict space travel and the challenges faced by those who venture into the unknown.
Summary
They hated this little beat-up old guy. Even if his crazy cosmic brain could track a meteor clear across the Galaxy, why did he have to smash the super-sensitive detectors?
Nibley stood in the changing shadows and sounds of Marsport, watching the great supply ship TERRA being entered and left by a number of officials and mechanics. Something had happened. Something was wrong. There were a lot of hard faces and not much talk. There was a bit of swearing and everybody looked up at the night sky of Mars, waiting.
But nobody came to Nibley for his opinion or his help. He stood there, a very old man, with a slack-gummed face and eyes like the little bubbly stalks of crayfish looking up at you from a clear creek.
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