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BOOKAZINE #1


ARE YOU holding the magazine of the future in your hands? Journalist George Warren
thinks so.

"Forry Ackerman has invited the next replacement species that will replace the magazine of
fiction and comment. This mad invention may well have far-reaching effects, and everybody
ought to know where it came from."

Hundreds of thousands already KNOW where it came from –climb aboard the magic
spaceship RHODANIA and join us where we’re going…

From here to–ETERNITY!




1/ RHODAN: MAD?



FOR TERRANS he was and remained:Atlan, the Lonely One of Time.

Many didn’t even know that Imperator Gonozal VIII was that same Arkonide fleet admiral Atlan who
had first set foot on Earth more than 10,000 years ago. This was why most people gave little thought to
the matter when they read the official announcement in the Terran papers:

On the basis of the Special Powers Act, Section 4, paragraph 45, and Section 2, paragraph 193,
First Administrator Perry Rhodan has issued the following directive, effective 25 August 2103:
Within 5 days of date, all Terrans in any way connected with or active for the Imperium of
Gonozal VIII are to return to the Solar System. This is an official order of the Solar Imperium
Administration, approved and signed by Perry Rhodan.

Reginald Bell, Rhodan’s First Deputy and second-in-command, had just sat down to breakfast. He had
opened his favourite newspaper, theTerrania Post , and was preparing to become absorbed in its
general contents when he chanced upon the announcement almost at first glance.

As he read it, his eyes slowly widened to an incredulous glare of anger. Suddenly he jammed the paper
into a ball and threw it to the floor. It took him a few moments to regain his self-control to the point
where he could bring himself to retrieve it and look at it again. He picked up the crumpled bundle and
carefully straightened it out so that he could read the announcement a second time.

He leaned over the table with both hands before him on the spread-out front page and spoke aloud to
himself: "So I’m not dreaming—it’s for real!" He read the text again, very carefully. "Glord!" he
exclaimed. "Everything we’ve sweated to build up over decades—is Perry trying to tear it all down in just
a few days? Blast his one-sided decisions! I can’t believe it! It’s just not possible—!"

His stocky figure straightened up slowly. He stared at the newspaper for another incredulous
moment—then made a dash for the videophone. The kitchen clock revealed that it was only 10 after 6 in