I’m currently reading “Call Me Joe” by Poul Anderson in the April, 1957 issue of Astounding Science Fiction magazine. I’m only a few pages in, but something about it seems vaguely familiar… humans have travelled to a distant gas giant; there they find a world with a toxic atmosphere, so one human, who is confined to a wheelchair, hooks himself up to a machine that reads his mind and projects his senses down to the planet, where he inhabits a blue-skinned alien. When the alien body is tired, he unplugs from it and the alien goes to sleep, and he come sback to his wheelchair-bound human body.
Gosh, that sure seems familiar…
Anyway, I noticed this ad on the back cover. If you take the quiz, you get a reservation for a trip to the moon. A hokey ad gimmick, to be sure… but it’s sad to think that in 1957, the average sci-fi reader was closer to seeing a human walk on the moon than a sci-fi reader of 2010. Gah.
This seems related to this.