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Title: Tillie
Author: Roger Phillips Graham
Release Date: June 13, 2010 [EBook #32802]
Language: English
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TILLIE
By CRAIG BROWNING
[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories December
1948. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed.]
[Sidenote: She was just a blob of metal, but she had emotions like any
woman. She, too, wanted ROMANCE, and wasn't coy about running after her
"guy"]
"There you are!" Judson Taylor, the eccentric physics prof, pulled a
metallic object out of his pocket and laid it on the table between us.
The object was a solid chunk of some kind of metal, judging from its
bright silver color, about the size and shape of a pocket knife.
I looked at it stupidly and said, "_Where_ are we?"
I am Bill Halley. Some of the adolescent undergraduate brats at this
one-horse college have nicknamed me "Comet" and it burns me up every
time some pimply-faced baby waves his arm at me and says, "Hiya, Comet."
But I smile and don't let them know I don't like it, because if they
knew there would be no living with them. Jud is head of the physics
department and I am one of the three profs under him. When I first came
here last fall he looked at my papers, said "BILL HALLEY?" and since
then has treated me with the respect he reserves only for the gods of
Physics. Probably assumed I was a direct descendant of the Halley who
got his name plastered all over Halley's Comet.
Anyway, between classes this morning he had excitedly asked me to meet
him at the Campus Lunch during the noon hour and he would show me his
latest discovery--and here we were, wherever that was. I picked up the
hunk of metal and turned it over in the palm of my hand, sipping my
coffee from a cup held in my other hand, and tried to figure out why he
was so excited.
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