|Spared from the misdirected beauty of the winds of the stars and with new courage he glances again at his target.
His hands work experienced on the instruments while his thoughts are long zoned out.
He will be arrived very soon, very soon this shit will spook only as a long ago bad dream in his mind.
Slowly the power-aggregates near the required operating temperature.
With each bar the luminous dial climbs up and with each decibel the howling of the photo plasma-motors boosts,
his euphoria raises.|
Finally at home, the base…. What?
The engines too loud, the display at 125%, pink smoke out of all the chinks! Stop the sequence! Deboard immediately!