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. Over."
"Volvo Bee Jay Seventeen. Cleared to land Hong Kong Luna approx twenty-two
seventeen forty-eight. Shift to satellite channel thirteen not later than
twenty-one forty-nine and be ready to accept ground control. Warning: You must
start standard descent program that orbit at twenty-one oh-six nineteen and
follow it exactly. If at insertion for ground-controlled landing you are off in
vector three percent or in altitude four klicks, expect wave off. Control HKL."
"Roger wilco." I added, "I'll bet you don't realize that you are talking to
Captain Midnight, the Solar System's hottest pilot"-but I shut off the mike
before I said it.
Or so I thought. I heard a reply, "And this is Captain Hem-orrhoid Hives,
Luna's nastiest ground-control pilot. You're going to buy me a liter of
Glenlivet after I bring you down. If I bring you down."
I checked that microphone switch-didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
I decided not to acknowledge. Everybody knows that telepathy works best in a
vacuum... but there ought to be some way for an ordinary Joe to protect himself
against supermen.
(Such as knowing when to keep his mouth shut.) I set the alarm for
twenty-one hours, then processed to attitude straight down and, for the next
hour, enjoyed the ride while holding hands with my bride. The incredible
mountains of the Moon, taller and sharper than the Himalayas and tragically
desolate, flowed by ahead of (under) us
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