Tom Swift And His Dyna-4 Capsule - Plot & Excerpts
Tall and muscled, broad of shoulder, the black-haired youth stretched, knowing he would wince. They had just returned to Shopton from the Grand Canyon project, the levitating monorail made possible by Tom Swift’s G-force inverter. As souvenirs of the adventure, Bud had brought back colorful bruises, cuts and scrapes, groaning muscles, and a bad sunburn. "Dangling sky-high from a monorail track does not do a body good," he told himself wryly. "Bouncing off the Grand Canyon—worse." The majestic canyon was streaked with color; so was his black-and-blue body. Bud’s apartment was small—living room, kitchen, bedroom, bath. The first three somewhat ran together, distinguished mainly by their wall fixtures. The bath was mostly a shower stall. The furniture was spartan. Even Draconian. Bud’s most impressive piece of furniture was his television screen. As he stood in front of its domineering eye, looking at his reflection as his reflection looked back at him, he wearily dropped his baggage where he stood and began to strip down for the shower his body ached for.
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