"Dafydd ab Hugh, Brad Linaweawer DOOM: Endgame (english)" - читать интересную книгу автораtiny bit of LOX remaining. "How much we got left?"
Arlene asked. "Approximately it is left 650 seconds is," they answered, "but only at three gravities of Fredworld for using the maneuvers rockets." Arlene and I looked at each other; that was less than eleven minutes of burn, and without even using the huge main thrusters! Arlene tapped rapidly on her wrist calculator, frowned, and tried the calculation again. "S and R," she said, broadcasting through her throat mike into the ship's radio communication system. "I get a net drop of about mach fifty." "That is correct in essential." Arlene lowered her orange brows and spoke slowly, like a child answering what she thinks might be a trick classroom question. "Sears and Roebuck, if we're doing mach seventy now, and we drop by mach fifty, doesn't that mean we're still doing mach twenty?" "Yes. The math are simplicity." Now we both looked back and forth in confusion. I took over the interrogation, now that I understood the situation: "S and R, you braindead morons, we'll still be splattered across the deck like a boxload of metal- lic atoms!" Long pause. Maybe they were manipulating each the Klave use. "No my childrens, but for we shall use air-braking to reduceify the rest of the speed." A terrible pit opened in my stomach. Even I knew that the Fred ship was not, repeat not, designed to be abused in such a fashion. It was designed to dock with a pinwheel launcher and even to land gently using the main thrusters to slow all the way to next to nothing . . . not to belly-flop into the atmosphere like a disori- ented diver, burning off excess speed by turning its huge surface area directly into the onrushing air! We would burn to a crisp. That is, if the ship didn't tear itself into constituent parts first. "Hang on to yourselves and things," suggested our mondo-weird, binary pilots. "We're burning away the fuel starting now." 7 The ship jerked, shimmied like a garden hose, jerked again. "Where the hell's that crazy mofo?" I demanded. Arlene was knocked away from her perch by anoth- |
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