a liftshaft with no lift-cages, using controlled gravity to move people up and down at high speed
The corridor ahead and a turn to the left should bring him to the quick-drop shaft.
Funny thing—but that was the last and only memory that seemed to be present in his mind —the background of the college, the intensive training, the simulated free-fall flights in the drop-shaft, the tests and examinations.
Down a drop-shaft, falling like autumn leaves, Chanthavar testing each exit as he passed it.
The Pyrotic let the dropshaft lower him, and he found the lifescoot some time later.
He caught the dropshaft and spun downward to the ground level. There, he entered the lock and donned a breathingsuit.
The man quivered and collapsed. Courtney dumped him out of the dropshaft and set the dial for the twenty-third level.
Even had the strangers come that night, if they had left their ship in a parking orbit and landed on World by dropshaft, it might not have happened.
They went down a dropshaft to a tunnel.
Beyond the desk, a Gorzuni played a hose on us, washing off blood and grime, and then we were herded down the long corridors and by way of wooden ladders (the drop-shafts and elevators weren’t working it seemed) to the cells.
It was a race along confused networks of high-speed slideways, a plunge along the vertiginous corkscrews of spiral staircases, and finally a series of long dives through the black depths of vertical drop-shafts.
She looked up the DropShaft at the CM hatch twenty-five meters away, then down between her feet at the Stores Modules, slightly closer; the Carousels spun around her but in the core all was still and she stretched lazily, as if she was already on her bed.
He broke into a run again, leading up the passway toward the drop shaft.
Containing her mounting rage, Arianne Pillan stepped into a dropshaft and gently descended to the lobby of the Diplomatic Services headquarters.
The ship read her fingerprints and sent its signal down to the engine compartment. ‘Torch lit,’ she reported, just before a low rumble that echoed all the way up the drop shaft confirmed her call.
They were struggling to comprehend what was happening to their world. Its end, Yime Nsokyi thought as she’d careened down a drop shaft from the traveltube interchange she’d been in as the attack began.
Robert Heinlein, in Astounding
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