1966‘C. Smith’Under Old Earth in Galaxy Science Fiction Feb. 27
The beat and the heat and the neat repeat of the notes that poured forth from the congohelium—metal never made for music, matter and anti-matter locked in a fine magnetic grid to ward off the outermost perils of space.
1964‘C. Smith’Dead Lady of Clown Town in Galaxy Aug. 11/2
It selected a fertilized human embryo, tagged it with the freakish name ‘Elaine,’ irradiated the genetic code with strong aptitudes for witchcraft and then marked the person’s card for training in medicine, transportation by sailship to Fomalhaut III and release for service on the planet.
1962‘C. Smith’From Gustible’s Planet in Worlds of If 30/1
The Lords of the Instrumentality were relieved to note that when the Apicians left they closed the space lane behind them. No one quite knows how they closed it, or what defenses they had. Mankind. salivating and ashamed, did not push the pursuit hotly.
1964‘C. Smith’ Planet Buyer 113
Suggest to all the really rum worlds we know that a good impersonator could put his hands on the McBan money. Make the suggestion so that they would not know that we had originated it. The starlanes will be full of Rod McBans, complete with phony Norstrilian accents, for the next couple hundred years.
1961‘C. Smith’Alpha Ralpha Boulevard in Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction June 18/2
I capped my mind so tightly that the anti-telepathy felt like a headache…. Underneath my thought shield an animal thought crept in.