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of acceleration means a lot on a long trip when they're holding us as close as they are. We'll ride this trip on 981.286 centimetersтАФwith our scheduled mass that means thirty six point oh four seven kilofranks plus equilibrium power. All set to go," the computer stated, as he changed, by fractions of seconds of arc, the course-plotters of the automatic integrating goniometer. "You're the doctorтАФbut I'm glad it's you that'll have to explain to the observatory," and Breckenridge set his exceedingly delicate excess power potentiometer exactly upon the indicated figure. "Well, we've got a few minutes left for a chin-chin before we lift her off." "What's all this commotion about? Dish out the low-down." "Well, it's like this, Steve. We pilots are having one sweet timeтАФwe're being growled at on every trip. The management squawks if we're thirty seconds plus or minus at the terminal, and the passenger department squalls if we change acceleration five centimeters total enrouteтАФclaims it upsets the dainty customers and loses for the road. They're tightening up on us all the time. A couple of years ago, you remember, it didn't make any difference what we did with the acceleration as long as we checked in somewhere near zero timeтАФwe used to spin 'em dizzy when we reversed at the halfway stationтАФbut that kind of stuff doesn't go any more. We've got to hold the acceleration constant and close to normal, got to hold our schedule on zero, plus or minus ten seconds, and yet we've got to make any detours they tell us to, such as this seven-million kilometer thing they handed us just now. To make things worse, we've got to take orders at every check-station, and yet we get the blame for everything that happens as a consequence of obeying those orders! Of course, I know as well as you do that it's rotten technique to change acceleration at every check-station; but we've told 'em over and over that we can't do any better until they put a real computer on every ship and tell the check-stations to report meteorites and other obstructions to us and |
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