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But Immergence, 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?" 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
t inches tall and weighed one hundred sixty-two pounds net. Just a little guy, as spacemen go. Although narrow-waisted and, for his heft, broad-shouldered, he was built for speed and maneuverability, not to haul freight. Watching a hundred lights and half that many instruments, listening to two phone circuits, one with each ear, and hands moving from switches to rheostats to buttons and levers, he was completely informed as to the instant-by-instant status of everything in his department. Although attentive, he was not tense, even during the countdown. The only change was that at the word "Two" his right forefinger came to rest upon a red button and his eyes doubled their rate of scan. If anything in his department had gone wrong, the _Procyon_'s departure would have been delayed. And again, well out beyond the orbit of the moon, just before the starship's mighty Chaytor engines hurled her out of space as we know it into that unknowable something that is hyperspace, he poised a finger.  BOARD HE WAS FIVE FOOT EIGHT INCHES TALL AND WEIGHED ONE HUNDRED SIXTY TWO POUNDS NET JUST A LITTLE GUY AS SPACEMEN GO ALTHOUGH NARROW WAISTED AND FOR HIS HEFT BROAD SHOULDERED HE WAS BUILT FOR SPEED AND MANOEUVABILITY NOT TO HALL FREIGHT WATCHING A HUNDRED LIGHTS AND HALF THAT MANY INSTRUMENTS LISTENING TO TWO PHONE CIRCUITS ONE WITH EACH EAR AND HANDS MOVING FROM SWITCHES TO RHEOSTATS TO BUTTONS AND LEVERS HE WAS COMPLETELY INFORMED AS TO THE INSTANT BY INSTANT STATUS OF EVERYTHING IN HIS DEPARTMENT ALTHOUGH ATTENTIVE HE WAS NOT TENSE EVEN DURING THE COUNTDOWN THE ONLY CHANGE WAS THAT AT THE WORD TWO HIS RIGHT FOREFINGER CAME TO REST UPON A RED BUTTON AND HIS EYES DOUBLED THEIR RATE OF SCAN IF ANYTHING IN HIS DEPARTMENT HAD GONE WRONG THE PROCYON'S DEPARTURE WOULD HAVE BEEN DELAYED AND AGAIN WELL OUT BEYOND THE ORBIT OF THE MOON JUST BEFORE THE STARSHIP'S MIGHTY CHAYTOR ENGINES HURLED HER OUT OF SPACE AS WE KNOW IT INTO THAT UNKNOWABLE SOMETHING THAT IS HYPERSPACE HE POISED A FINGER
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