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. Yes! Without Margrethe? No, no! Then you choose to be cast down into the Pit? Yes - no, but Make up your mind!
Mr Farnsworth looked up. 'See that baby go!'
I looked up through the roof of the car. There was a second sun directly overhead. It seemed to shrink and lose brilliance as I watched it.
Our host went on, 'Right on time! Yesterday we had a hold, missed the window, and had to reslot. When you're sitting on the pad, and single-H is boiling away, even a hold for one orbit can kill your profit margin. And yesterday wasn't even a glitch; it was a totally worthless re-check ordered by a Nasa fatbottom. Figures.'
He seemed to be talking English.
Margrethe said breathlessly, 'Mr Farnsworth - Jerry what was it?'
'Eh? Never seen a lift-off before?'
'I don't know what a lift-off is.'
'Mm... yes. Margie, the fact that you and Alec are from another world - or worlds - hasn't really soaked through My skull yet. Your world doesn't have space travel?'
'I'm not sure what you mean but I don't think we do.'
I was fairly sure what he meant so I interrupted. 'Jerry, you're talking about flying to the moon, aren't you? Like Jules Verne.'
'Yes. Close enough.'
'That was an ethership? Going to the moon? Golly Moses!' The profanity just slipped out.
'Slow down. That was not an ethership, it was an, unmanned freight rocket. It is not going to Luna; it is going only as far as Leo - low Earth orbit
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