by Wilbur S. Peacock. from Captain Future, Fall 1940. Kurt Birkett Yearned for a Place in the Sun Even if He Had to Travel to the Coldest Planet to Attain His Purpose! THE sky was a dirty gray, its dimness brightened but little by the tiny orb that was the setting Sun. The minor moon, Ariel, moved across the horizon in a retrograde motion, but a few minutes ahead of its companion satellite, Titania. Kurt Birkett scowled to himself, scuffing his feet soundlessly over the frozen terrain. So this was Uranus! Well, he hated the place, although he had been on its surface less than twenty-four Continue reading