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. Bee Jay? You missed your
checkpoint. Wave off. I can't bring you down."
"Nobody can. Captain Hives; I am down. Emergency landing. Computer
malfunction. Gyro malfunction. Radio malfunction. Jet malfunction. Loss of
visibility. On landing we fell off our jacks. Fuel gone and attitude impossible
for lift off anyhow. And now the air scavenger has quit."
There was a fairly long silence. "Tovarishch, have you made your peace with
God?"
"I've been too bloody busy!"
"Hmm. Understandable. How are you fixed for cabin pressure?"
"The idiot light reads green. There's no gauge for it."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know. Things went sour at twenty-one forty-seven, just before I
was to turn control over to you. I've spent the time since on a
seat-of-the-pants descent. While I don't know where we are, we should be
somewhere on Golden Rule's orbit track; our bums were all carefully oriented. We
passed over what I think was Aristoteles at, uh-"
'Twenty-one, fifty-eight," Gwen supplied.
'Twenty-one, fifty-eight; my copilot logged it. I brought her down in a
mare south of there. Lacus Somniorum?"
"Wait one. Did you stay with the terminator?"
"Yes. We still are. Sun is just at horizon."
"Then you can't be that far east. Time of touch down?"
I didn't have the foggiest. Gwen whispered, 'Twenty-two, oh-three,
forty-one
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