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"As the pit, Eddie. Take over." Eddie did so. "You've picked out your girl friend for the trip, I suppose?" AS THE PIT EDDIE TAKE OVER EDDIE DID SO YOU'VE PICKED OUT YOUR GIRL FRIEND FOR THE TRIP I SUPPOSE
 all the green lights except one went out, needles dropped to zero, both phones went dead, all signals stopped. He plugged a jack into a socket below the one remaining green light and spoke: "Procyon One to Control Six. Flight Eight Four Nine. Subspace Radio Test One. How do you read me, Control Six?" "Control Six to Procyon One. I read you ten and zero. How do you read me, Procyon One?" "Ten and zero. Out." Deston flipped a toggle and the solitary green light went out. Perfect signal and zero noise. That was that. From now until Emergence--unless something happened--he might as well be a passenger. Everything was automatic, unless and until some robot or computer yelled for help. Deston leaned back in his bucket seat and lighted a cigarette. He didn't need to scan the board constantly now; any trouble signal would jump right out at him. Promptly at Dee plus Three Zero Zero--three hours, no minutes, no seconds after departure--his relief appeared. "All black, Babe?" the newcomer asked. OISED A FINGER BUT EMERGENCE TOO WAS NORMAL ALL THE GREEN LIGHTS EXCEPT ONE WENT OUT NEEDLES DROPPED TO ZERO BOTH PHONES WENT DEAD ALL SIGNALS STOPPED HE PLUGGED A JACK INTO A SOCKET BELOW THE ONE REMAINING GREEN LIGHT AND SPOKE PROCYON ONE TO CONTROL SIX FLIGHT EIGHT FOUR NINE SUBSPACE RADIO TEST ONE HOW DO YOU READ ME CONTROL SIX CONTROL SIX TO PROCYON ONE I READ YOU TEN AND ZERO HOW DO YOU READ ME PROCYON ONE TEN AND ZERO OUT DESTON FLIPPED A TOGGLE AND THE SOLITARY GREEN LIGHT WENT OUT PERFECT SIGNAL AND ZERO NOISE THAT WAS THAT FROM NOW UNTIL EMERGENCE UNLESS SOMETHING HAPPENED HE MIGHT AS WELL BE A PASSENGER EVERYTHING WAS AUTOMATIC UNLESS AND UNTIL SOME ROBOT OR COMPUTER YELLED FOR HELP DESTON LEANED BACK IN HIS BUCKET SEAT AND LIGHTED A CIGARETTE HE DIDN'T NEED TO SCAN THE BOARD CONSTANTLY NOW ANY TROUBLE SIGNAL WOULD JUMP RIGHT OUT AT HIM PROMPTLY AT DEE PLUS THREE ZERO ZERO THREE HOURS NO MINUTES NO SECONDS AFTER DEPARTURE HIS RELIEF APPEARED ALL BLACK BABE THE NEWCOMER ASKED
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