lost.â
âI needed your help.â
âAnd Iâm giving it to you!â He faces forward, slaps down a toggle. âWe can discuss the finer moral points later. Right now, I need a clear head to get us safely out of orbit. So stop your whining and obey my orders.â
I donât move from my hold on the ceiling grip. âIf you leave orbit like you dock, we havenât got a chance!â
He stops working. Without looking at me, he says in a quiet voice, âYour feelings were in control in that capsule, kid, not your head. Thatâs bad news.â
âWeâre talking about you!â
âYouâve got to master your feelings. Find a separate place for them. A box in your mind. Box in your heart.â He traces the square frame of the keyboard on the center console between the seats. âItâs the way to stay alive out here.â
âSo something got out of your box in the capsule?â Iâm not dense. Heâs admitting his mistake, even as he lays these words of wisdom on me. âAnd now itâs back in, right? I can just relax and enjoy the trip?â
He turns his head, stares with those ice-blue eyes. âYouâve got spunk. I like that.â
He reaches for a thick book clamped to the right bulkhead. He sails it at me. I catch it and start to drift toward the rear wall from absorbing its energy. Quickly, I grab for the hand strap to anchor myself.
Spreading the book open in midair, I see that itâs the preignition checklist for the main rocket motors. The thick plastic-covered pages are reassuring. If thereâs one thing I learned studying the first Moon missions, itâs that astronauts spend a lot of time reading from checklistsâlong, boring listsâover and over again. They never complain. One switch in the wrong position might mean disaster. Even today, with many more automated systems, there are certain things a pilot wants to be sure of for himself.
âAnother thing that keeps you alive is going by the book. Thatâs easier with a copilot. How about it, kid?â
Copilot?
The empty chair next to him is identical to the pilotâs seat. The joystick. The controls. Theyâre connected to real thrusters. Real rockets. With the book, I can keep an eye on him. Watch for mistakes.
A little push and my feet drift over the computer terminal between the two seats. A touch on the button-studded ceiling brings my rump down into the chair. I cinch the harness buckle.
He doesnât exactly smile, but he does say kind of friendly, âWelcome aboard.â
The three big monitors on the flight console display numbers and course plots. One reads TRANSLUNAR INJECTION and shows a free-return trajectory used by the Apollo Moon missions.
âYouâre not going to go that way, are you?â
âYou recognize the course?â He sounds impressed.
âYeah, the Apollo missions used it. The Saturn V could barely lift the Apollo stack into orbit, let alone carry enough fuel for a powered run. But there must be enough fuel in our tank to go the faster routes.â
âLooks can be deceiving, kid. That tankâs big, but its not full. And only one rocket motor works.â
I shouldâve guessed. âSo, how long is it going to take us?â
âIf I can get full power from that motor, Iâll be able to flatten the trajectory enough to get us there in two days.â
I canât believe it! Iâm going to be stuck practically elbow to elbow with this guy for two days? Thatâs long enough to have to use the toilet, and sleep, and for muscles to start going flabby. Then I see the bright side.
âBut thatâs so slow. Wonât they be able to track us?â It comes out like a question, but itâs pure hope.
âSpace is big, kid, really, really big. You know how hard it would be to find a ship this small?â
Heâs so smug, but is he really smart enough to pull it off? He
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