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"Starboard door sealed, irrelevant gear ready." "Portside door sealed, seat
belts fastened, all systems normal."
'Time Corps Headquarters via Alpha and Beta. At will, Chief Pilot."
"Aye aye. Captain. Gay Deceiver, Checkpoint Alpha. Execute."
"Yassuh, Massuh." The bright sunlight and green lawn beside the Long House
bunked away to blackness and stars. We were weightless.
"Checkpoint Alpha, probably," Zeb said. "Gay, do you see THQ?"
"Checkpoint Alpha on the nose," the car answered. 'Time Corps HQ dead
ahead. Zeb, you need glasses."
"Checkpoint Beta, execute." The sky blinked again. This time I could spot
it. Not a planet but a habitat, perhaps ten klicks away, perhaps a thousand-in
space, with a strange object, I had no way to guess.
Zeb said, 'Time Corps Headquarters, ex- Gay Scram!"
A nova bomb burst in front of us.
XXV
Schrodinger's Cat
"God's bones!" the car moaned. "That one burned my tail feathers! Hilda,
let's go home. Please!" The nova bomb was now a long way off but it still burned
with intense white light, looking like Sol from out around Pluto.
"Captain?" Zeb inquired.
"Affirmative," Hilda answered calmly. But she was clinging to me and
trembling.
"GayMaureenExecute!" We were back on the grounds of the Romanesque mansion
of Lazarus Long and his tribe.
"Chief Pilot, please beep Oz annex and tell them to disembark; we won't be
going anywhere soon
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