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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. Can we swing and see where we're going?"
"Sure thing."
"Senator-"
"Bill-shut up!" I tilted it around another hundred and eighty degrees. "See
a nice smooth pasture ahead?"
"It all looks smooth, Richard, but we're still almost seventy klicks high.
Should get down pretty close before you kill all your forward speed, maybe? So
you can see any rocks."
"Reasonable. How close?"
"Uh, how does one klick sound?"
"Sounds close enough to hear the wings of the Angel of Death. How many
seconds till impact? For one-kilometer height, I mean."
"Uh, square root of twelve hundred plus. Call it thirty-five seconds."
"All right. You keep watching height and terrain. At about two klicks I
want to start to kill the forward speed. I've got to have time to twist another
ninety degrees after that, to back down tail first. Gwen, we should have stayed
in bed."
"I tried to tell you that, sir. But I have faith in you."
"What is faith without works? I wish I was in Paducah. Time?"
"Six minutes, about."
"Senator-"
"Bill, shut up! Shall we trim off half me remaining speed?"
"Three seconds?"
I gave a three-second blast, using the same silly method of starting and
stopping the jet.
'Two minutes, sir."
"Watch the doppler. Call it." I started the jet.
"Now!"
I stopped it abruptly and started to process, tail down, "windshield" up
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