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R. R. (Russell Robert) Winterbotham
Russell Robert Winterbotham (1904–1971) was an American writer known for his work in science fiction, westerns, and comic book adaptations. He wrote under his own name as well as the pseudonym "J. Harvey Bond" and contributed to numerous pulp magazines during the mid-20th century. Some of his notable science fiction works include "The Space Egg" and "The Red Planet," which were serialized in popular magazines. Winterbotham also worked on juvenile novels and scripted comic strips, showcasing his versatility across genres.
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Red Brewer had plugged his electric razor into the lab circuit and he was running it over his pink jowls while I tried to discover what was haywire about the balance scales. "Have you noticed," Red said above the clatter of his shaver, "how much less you have to shave on an asteroid?" "I still shave every day," I said. There was something definitely wrong with the scales. The...
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The Cauldron The factory saw-toothed the horizon with its hideous profile as the moon rose in the east. The red glow of the furnaces bathed the tall buildings, the gigantic scaffolds, the cord-like elevated pipelines and the columnar smokestacks in the crimson of anger. Even the moon seemed to fade as the long-fingered smokestacks reached toward it belching their pollution. The air, which should have...
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