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. "One of our people is a doctor. He's treating our friend now. But thank you for your concem. I'm uploading the flight plan, approach vectors, and the authenticity codes for the flight to the space station. Oh, and we're running a bit late. Bypass the fuel conservation program, if you have to, in order to reach RFComSec on time."
The computer hummed to itself a moment, then said, a bit stiffly, "Yes, Pilot Luck. I suppose you will be taking manual control now?"
Harry leaned back comfortably in his chair. "No, no. You handle it."
The computer's screen actually appeared to glow with pleasure.
"It is obvious you are a true professional, Pilot Luck. Unlike others I could mention. I perceive no difficulty in making up the time. In fact, I could get us there twenty minutes ahead of schedule."
"Uh, no," Harry said hastily. "They might not be ready for us. We'd only have to sit in the docking bay and wait."
"I understand. Please strap yourselves in. We will be taking off in ten minutes. I'll be leaving you now, to begin prelaunch cycle."
"It's all yours," Harry said complacently.
The computer busied itself. The hatch sealed shut, lights came on. Life-support began its comforting hiss.
"Some pilot you are," Xris muttered, taking advantage of the delay to change into the bright yellow coverails. "Sitting there doing nothing. I thought you hated letting computers run things
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