Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Racing -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Space ships -- Fiction
"I purposely plunged the _Saturn_ into the vacuole. The _Slipstream_,
caught in that same sphere of hyper-space, made the mistake of
back-dragging free. I let the vacuole carry us to Earth. It's as simple
as that!"
Hanson said dazedly, "Simple? Which? The method or me? You done so
many funny things--for instance, we got out of the vacuole without
back-draggin'. How?"
"Oh, that! Well, that was just a little thing I figured out while we
were waiting. It seemed stupid to waste fuel back-dragging from a
pocket in space. After all, the easiest way out of a pocket is to let
yourself be _dumped_ out. I just reversed the gravitational plates, let
Earth, which I had reckoned mathematically to be 'above' us, attract us
out of the pocket.
"Since there is neither 'up' nor 'down' in space, we merely fell out of
the vacuole pocket!"
"It penetrates," said Cap Hanson admiringly. "Yep, it finally
penetrates. Well, boys?"
He glanced at us significantly. I knew what he was thinking. Diane and
Biggs were showing unmistakable signs of wanting to be alone. But there
was one more thing--
"Look, Mr. Biggs," I said. "Your explanation is all right, but it
doesn't clear up the matter of _direction_! The vacuole wasn't
traveling on the line of our Venus-Earth trajectory at all. It was
shifting to starboard by fifteen points, which is why we were able to
intersect it. How come--"
Lancelot Biggs looked faintly surprised.
"Why, Sparks, didn't you guess? That was the thing that made our
amazing speed possible. To us, traveling our ten-day route, it _looked_
as if the vacuole were moving to the right of Earth. Actually it was
moving directly toward the spot where Earth would be in ten more
hours. It was, in a way of speaking, an express-train racing along a
short-cut. We hopped the train, and--here we are!"
There was a tiny cough from somewhere under the shelter of his arm. A
soft voice said, "Sparks--"
"Yes, Miss Diane?"
"Sparks--would you mind closing the door on the way out, please?" asked
Diane Hanson.
So I did. I can take a hint as well as the next guy....
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