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swiftly over its single page he knew not only that his nephew had been right all along - but, just as important, exactly how such a miracle could occur.
The editor of that eighty-year-old journal must have had a good sense of humour. A paper discussing the cores of the outer planets was not something to grab the usual reader: this one, however, had an unusually striking title. His comsec could have told him quickly enough that it had once been part of a famous song, but that of course was quite irrelevant.
Anyway, Paul Kreuger had never heard of the Beatles, and their psychedelic fantasies.
2061: Odissey Three
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THE VALLEY OF THE BLACK SNOW
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2061: Odissey Three
Rendezvous
And now Halley was too close to be seen; ironically, observers back on Earth would get a far better view of the tail, already stretching fifty million kilometres at right angles to the comet’s orbit, like a pennant fluttering in the invisible gale of the solar wind.
On the morning of the rendezvous, Heywood Floyd woke early from a troubled sleep. It was unusual for him to dream - or at least to remember his dreams - and doubtless the anticipated excitements of the next few hours were responsible. He was also slightly worried by a message from Caroline, asking if he had heard from Chris lately. He had radioed back, a little tersely, that Chris had never bothered to say thank you when he had helped him get his current position on Universe’s sister ship Cosmos; perhaps he was already bored with the Earth-Moon run and was looking for excitement elsewhere.
‘As usual,’ Floyd had added, ‘we’ll hear from him in his own good time.’
Immediately after breakfast, passengers and science team had gathered for a final briefing from Captain Smith. The scientists certainly did not need it, but if they felt any irritation, so childish an emotion would have been quickly swept away by the weird spectacle on the main viewscreen.
It was easier to imagine that Universe was flying into a nebula, rather than a comet. The entire sky ahead was now a misty white fog - not uniform, but mottled with darker condensations and streaked with luminous bands and brightly glowing jets, all radiating away from a central point. At this magnification, the nucleus was barely visible as a tiny black speck, yet it was clearly the source of all the phenomena around it.
‘We cut our drive in three hours,’ said the Captain. ‘Then we’ll be only a thousand kilometres away from the nucleus, with virtually zero velocity. We’ll make some final observations, and confirm our landing site.’
‘So we’ll go weightless at 12.00 exactly. Before then, your cabin stewards will check that everything’s correctly stowed. It will be just like turnaround, except that this time it’s going to be three days, not two hours, before we have weight again.
‘Halley’s gravity? Forget it - less than one centimetre per second squared - just about a thousandth of Earth’s. You’ll be able to detect it if you wait long enough, but that’s all. Takes fifteen seconds for something to fall a metre.
‘For safety, I’d like you all here in the observation lounge, with your seat belts properly secured, during rendezvous and touchdown. You’ll get the best view from here anyway, and the whole operation won’t take more than an hour. We’ll only be using very small thrust corrections, but they may come from any angle and could cause minor sensory disturbances.’
What the Captain meant, of course, was spacesickness - but that word, by general agreement, was taboo aboard Universe. It was noticeable, however, that many hands strayed into the compartments beneath the seats, as if checking that the notorious plastic bags would be available if urgently required.
The image on the viewscreen expanded, as the magnification was increased. For a moment it seemed to Floyd that he was in an aeroplane, descending through light clouds, rather than in a spacecraft
The editor of that eighty-year-old journal must have had a good sense of humour. A paper discussing the cores of the outer planets was not something to grab the usual reader: this one, however, had an unusually striking title. His comsec could have told him quickly enough that it had once been part of a famous song, but that of course was quite irrelevant.
Anyway, Paul Kreuger had never heard of the Beatles, and their psychedelic fantasies.
2061: Odissey Three
II
THE VALLEY OF THE BLACK SNOW
2061: Odissey Three
15
2061: Odissey Three
Rendezvous
And now Halley was too close to be seen; ironically, observers back on Earth would get a far better view of the tail, already stretching fifty million kilometres at right angles to the comet’s orbit, like a pennant fluttering in the invisible gale of the solar wind.
On the morning of the rendezvous, Heywood Floyd woke early from a troubled sleep. It was unusual for him to dream - or at least to remember his dreams - and doubtless the anticipated excitements of the next few hours were responsible. He was also slightly worried by a message from Caroline, asking if he had heard from Chris lately. He had radioed back, a little tersely, that Chris had never bothered to say thank you when he had helped him get his current position on Universe’s sister ship Cosmos; perhaps he was already bored with the Earth-Moon run and was looking for excitement elsewhere.
‘As usual,’ Floyd had added, ‘we’ll hear from him in his own good time.’
Immediately after breakfast, passengers and science team had gathered for a final briefing from Captain Smith. The scientists certainly did not need it, but if they felt any irritation, so childish an emotion would have been quickly swept away by the weird spectacle on the main viewscreen.
It was easier to imagine that Universe was flying into a nebula, rather than a comet. The entire sky ahead was now a misty white fog - not uniform, but mottled with darker condensations and streaked with luminous bands and brightly glowing jets, all radiating away from a central point. At this magnification, the nucleus was barely visible as a tiny black speck, yet it was clearly the source of all the phenomena around it.
‘We cut our drive in three hours,’ said the Captain. ‘Then we’ll be only a thousand kilometres away from the nucleus, with virtually zero velocity. We’ll make some final observations, and confirm our landing site.’
‘So we’ll go weightless at 12.00 exactly. Before then, your cabin stewards will check that everything’s correctly stowed. It will be just like turnaround, except that this time it’s going to be three days, not two hours, before we have weight again.
‘Halley’s gravity? Forget it - less than one centimetre per second squared - just about a thousandth of Earth’s. You’ll be able to detect it if you wait long enough, but that’s all. Takes fifteen seconds for something to fall a metre.
‘For safety, I’d like you all here in the observation lounge, with your seat belts properly secured, during rendezvous and touchdown. You’ll get the best view from here anyway, and the whole operation won’t take more than an hour. We’ll only be using very small thrust corrections, but they may come from any angle and could cause minor sensory disturbances.’
What the Captain meant, of course, was spacesickness - but that word, by general agreement, was taboo aboard Universe. It was noticeable, however, that many hands strayed into the compartments beneath the seats, as if checking that the notorious plastic bags would be available if urgently required.
The image on the viewscreen expanded, as the magnification was increased. For a moment it seemed to Floyd that he was in an aeroplane, descending through light clouds, rather than in a spacecraft
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