The competition track near Trigan City.

One more lap at that speed and he’s broken the record!

Do you hear that, Narrod? You’re nearly there! Watch out on that next corner!

The screaming racer briefly touched the barrler wall and . . .

He’s going to crash!

Eject, Narrod!

The driver ejected from his cockpit—an instant before the race-auto turned into a fireball!























Narrod, are you all right?

You’re lucky to be alive, I can tell you!

My sight failed me, and my reactions were too slow at that corner! I’m finished! I shall never get into a race-auto again!

Once he held every speed record on Elekton!

Well, old age gets us all in the end!

A lifetime of record-breaking had made Narrod a planet-wide celebrity and a millionaire. But he went back to his luxurious villa in black despair.

My life is finished. I may still live on for years . . .

. . . If you can call it living! Why not end it all now?

A visitor requesting to see you, Master. His name is Mallo.

Not the Mallo, who won the Vorg wrestling crown at the Imperial Games? Show him in, Zapp.

My, how I envy you, my boy. Do you know I won the Vorg wrestling crown three times when I was your age! What wouldn’t I give to be young again!

You can be young again, Narrod! Youth lies within this phial and it can be yours! . . .

. . . For a million thullars!—Cash!

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 647 on 8 June 1974.