space v. 2

‘Grandpa…how would you like to be spaced?’ ‘No future in it. Thin stuff, vacuum. Low vitamin content.’

Sound effect of blow with blunt instrument, groan, and the unmistakable cycling of an air lock—Castor: ‘Sorry, folks. My assistant has just spaced Mr. Rudolf.’

‘Curse. And how many Mediator pups when they returned?’ ‘I had four sisters.’ ‘Curse!’ Mediators identified with Masters. They held the usual Master emotions about children. Though sterile from an early age, Ivan was not immune to those emotions; but he knew. The children should have been spaced.

Besides, they'd just space me for desertion. So why bother.

He convinces Siamang to abandon Mythili on the planet’s surface rather than ‘spacing’ her on the way home.

In the end they'd won—though they'd had to space most of the trader’s original crew—and she had brought the ship in whole.

Oser…studied Miles in silence for a full minute. At last one hand fell open, to point at the guard, who straightened attentively. ‘Space them,’ Oser ordered.

I was lucky they didn’t space me.

She remembered all the times she and Academy friends had teased one another, humorously threatening to ‘space’ someone for some real or imagined misdeed, and it was no longer funny.