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then to let us alone. So you'd better recommend us some computers!"
"You're getting rotten computation, that's a sure thing, and I don't
blame you
pilots for yelling, but I don't believe that you've got the right answer. I
can't help but think
that the astronomers are laying down on the job. They're so sure that you
pilots are to
blame that it hasn't occurred to them to check up on themselves very
carefully.
However, we'll know pretty quick, and then we'll take steps."
"I hope soтАФbut say, Steve, I'm worried about using that much plus
equilibrium
power. Remember we've got to hit Mi4 absolutely all x, or plenty heads will
drop."
"I'll say they will: I know just how the passengers will howl if we hold
them
weightless for half an hour, waiting for those two moons to get out of the
way, and I
know just what the manager will do if we check in thirty-one minutes plus.
Wow! He'll
swell up and bust, sure. But don't worry, BreckтАФif we don't check in all x,
anybody can
have my head that wants it, and I'm taking full responsibility, you know."
"You're welcome to it." Breckenridge shrugged and turned the conversation
into a
lighter vein. "Speaking of weightlessness, it's funny how many weight-fiends
there are in
the world, isn't it? You'd think the passengers would enjoy a little
weightlessness
occasionallyтАФespecially the fat onesтАФbut they don't. But say, while I think of
it, how
come you were here and loose to make this check-up? I thought you were out
with the
other two of the Big Three, solving all the mysteries of the Universe ?"
"Had to stay in this last tripтАФbeen doing some work on the ether, force-
field
theory, and other stuff that I had to go to Mars and Venus to get. Just got
back last
week. As for solving mysteries, laugh while you can, old hyena. You and a lot
of other
dim bulbs who think that Roeser's Rays are the last wordтАФthat there's nothing
left to
discoverтАФare going to get jarred loose from your hinges one of these days.
When I
came in nine months ago they were hot on the trail of something big, and I'll
bet they
bring it in . . ."
Out upon the dock an insistent siren blared a crescendo and diminuendo
blast of
sound, and two minutes remained. In every stateroom and in every lounge and