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However, even knowing that she will be executed, she feels that her show trial and well publicized Declarations will be inspirational nonetheless to those who will one day change things. Her last wish before her death is to finish watching Cavendish's story, which she is presumed to do. The Ghastly Ordeal of Timothy Cavendish Part 2 [ edit ] Having mostly recovered from his mild stroke, Cavendish meets a small group of residents also anxious to escape the nursing home: Ernie, Veronica, and the extremely senile Mr.
He assists their conspiracy to trick Johns Hotchkiss, a fellow patient's grown son, into leaving his car vulnerable to theft. They seize the car and escape, stopping at a bar to celebrate their freedom. They are nearly recaptured by Hotchkiss and the staff but are rescued when Mr. Meeks exhorts the local drinkers to come to their aid. It is thereafter revealed that Cavendish's secretary Mrs. Latham blackmailed the gangsters with a video-record of their attack upon his office, allowing him to return to his former life in safety.
Subsequently, Cavendish obtains the second half of Luisa Rey's story intending to publish it, and he considers having his own recent adventures turned into a film script.
When her newspaper is bought by a subsidiary of Seaboard, she is fired, and Luisa believes that they no longer see her as a threat. She orders a copy of Robert Frobisher's obscure Cloud Atlas Sextet which she has read about in his letters and is astonished to find that she recognizes it, even though it is a very rare piece. However, Smoke the assassin still pursues her and booby traps a copy of Rufus Sixsmith's report about the power plant.
Joe Napier, a security man who knew her father, comes to her rescue, and Smoke and Napier kill each other in a gun fight. Later, Rey exposes the corrupt corporate leaders to the public. At the end of the story, she receives a package from Sixsmith's niece, which contains the remaining eight letters from Robert Frobisher to Rufus Sixsmith.
He finds himself falling in love with Eva, after she confesses a crush on him, though he is still having an affair with her mother.
Jocasta suspects this and threatens to destroy his life if he so much as looks at her daughter. Ayrs also becomes more bold with his plagiarism of Frobisher, now demanding he compose full passages, which Ayrs intends to take credit for. Ayrs also informs him that if he leaves, Ayrs will have him blacklisted claiming he raped Jocasta. In despair, Frobisher leaves anyway, but finds a hotel nearby working to finish his Sextet and hoping to be reunited with Eva. Mentally and physically ill Frobisher ultimately decides, with his magnum opus finished and his life now empty of meaning, to kill himself.
Before committing suicide in a bathtub, he writes one last letter to Sixsmith and includes his Sextet and The Pacific Journal of Adam Ewing. The Pacific Journal of Adam Ewing Part 2 [ edit ] Ewing visits the island of Raiatea , where he observes missionaries oppressing the indigenous peoples. On the ship, he falls further ill and realizes at the last minute that Dr. Goose is poisoning him to steal his possessions. He is rescued by Autua and resolves to join the abolitionist movement.
In conclusion of his own journal and of the book , Ewing writes that history is governed by the results of vicious and virtuous acts precipitated by belief: wherefore "a purely predatory world shall consume itself" and "The devil take the hindmost until the foremost is the hindmost", and imagines his father-in-law's response to his becoming an abolitionist, as a warning that Adam's life would amount to one drop in a limitless ocean; whereas Ewing's proposed reply is: "Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
The BBC 's Keily Oakes said that although the structure of the book could be challenging for readers, "David Mitchell has taken six wildly different stories Byatt in a review for The Guardian wrote that it gives "a complete narrative pleasure that is rare.
Killheffer praised Mitchell's "talent and inventiveness and willingness to adopt any mode or voice that furthers his ends," but noted that "for all its pleasures, Cloud Atlas falls short of revolutionary.
The title itself Cloud Atlas, the cloud refers to the ever changing manifestations of the Atlas, which is the fixed human nature which is always thus and ever shall be. So the book's theme is predacity, the way individuals prey on individuals, groups on groups, nations on nations, tribes on tribes. So I just take this theme and in a sense reincarnate that theme in another context Mitchell's innovation was to add a ' mirror ' in the centre of his book so that each story could be brought to a conclusion.
This committee will determine just what's to be done and will also distribute the work appropriately. If you head it, it seems best to give you the widest latitude as to who goes with you. But, of course, Ashley ought to have the say when it comes to picking the various scientific specialists, particularly for the research work on Mars itself.
That's a very long time, and you'll run into a lot of surprises and technical difficulties. Not only that, but you're going to have some pretty psychological problems on your hands. You and your crews will see the Earth only as another heavenly body for almost three years. It will not appear as a solid, homey disk, with the familiar continental outlines standing out and reminding you of where you live.
You see it that way from Lunetta, or from the Moon You and they will have to know that everything that matters to you will seem to have shrunk to nothingness on the surface of a nasty little star in the dim distance. And you'd better be mighty careful about the bodily fitness and the psychological strength of every one of them.
Ask yourself whether their initial enthusiasm will hold up after two and three years before you choose. I tell you, Holt, you're going to need men of steel for this job.
And you, the leader, will have to be case-hardened. After a moment, he asked, "What about the publicity, sir? Is there to be any? I presume that it's all Top Secret so far But when President Vandenbosch forwards his request for the appropriation to Congress, that will be dropped.
We then The idea is to publish the pictures and to discuss them technically; likewise to go into the plans for the expedition. Our hope is that we shall be able to steer the public reaction, which we expect will be enormous, into constructive and controllable channels. Of course any such approach would be held confidential. You'll need a few men immediately, if we're to get on with this, anyway. And, of course, you'll discuss it only with thoroughly reliable people whom you can trust absolutely.
It will be but a few weeks before the whole world will be standing on its head over the mere plans, anyway. Half the time she's in tears, but the other half, she laughs over us men who can't stay quietly at home. Of course you'll go back to active duty in the Space Forces.
Colonel Maligny, our present Chief of Staff, will take care of that detail. Talk it over with him; he's had all the necessary instructions.
Your preliminary post of duty will be Long Beach, so that you may collaborate as closely as possible with Spencer. But first, get away on your trip to Lunetta and have a good look at your new planet. To Gary and Catherine Holt it was almost a second home, for they had been based there for a long time during the past war, when he had been flight instructor of Captains of Space Ships during the days of the old Jupiter class vessels.
So he naturally took Catherine along to the base. Of this she was very fond, not the least reason for this fondness being that they had honeymooned there. To this had been added the first few years of their married life, and she proposed to look up a lot of old friends. When Holt got back from Lunetta, there'd probably be time for them to spend a day or so at Waikiki Beach, and that was a pleasant prospect.
There was an excellent reason for the selection of Kahului as a base for the Lunetta Ferry Service. First of all, any such base must of necessity lie close to the sea, for all space ships were given their primary acceleration by enormous rocket booster stages.
After exhausting their propellants, these booster stages fell back to Earth, and could land only upon water without suffering irremediable damage. Water also was essential for practical salvage operations. On Hawaii, climatic conditions were especially favorable. It was also essential that the base be located at a great distance from the West Coast of America. This need was due to the fact that the relative movement of Lunetta to the Earth was in the same direction as the latter's rotation, although at a marked angle to the plane of the Equator.
This meant that the boosters might drop as much as 1, miles East of the launching site. Logistically, all sorts of necessary supplies and equipment, such as rocket ships, parts, and particularly propellants, could be transported from the West coast by sea at low cost and with ease.
The time of departure was 9: Departures were calculated - somewhat in the manner of ocean liners with respect to tidal conditions - according to the seasonal date and the location of Lunetta in her orbit.
Holt was back in uniform, having been recalled to active duty with the rank of Colonel.
The wings of his collar bore shiny rocket insignia, the specialty mark of the Space Forces. His appearance was somewhat weary, for he had slept but little during the last few days. He had spent the daytime in the public libraries of Los Angeles, gathering books and pamphlets on the subject of Mars, and had sat up into the wee small hours reading them.
Finally, he had prepared an enormous questionnaire for the astronomers in Lunetta, to insure that he would not miss asking them any question which seemed to him important and primary with respect to Mars.
He and his wife had little to say to one another.
She could feel how his mind was churning around the many unknown factors in the new plan. She hated to see him disappear once more into the infinity that lay between the stars, whose dim light shone into her eyes through sleepless night after sleepless night.
When he was away in Space she could never so much as gaze through a window after nightfall without feeling a sort of humble horror of those distant stars. Gratingly, the public address system interrupted her thoughts: Together they walked down a long, subterranean passage, brightly lighted and paneled.
It led to a heavy, blast-proof door beyond which lay the launching site. Here, centered in the gleaming rays of ten powerful searchlights, stood Sirius. Like a great black tower she loomed into the sky - a sky dark and lowering to Catherine, despite its serene stars. Of Sirius' feet of height, the lower two thirds was cylindrical and 65 feet thick. The cylinder was necked down to about 30 feet at this point, somewhat above which stood the third stage.
It oddly resembled a stubby artillery shell and was the heart of the vessel which alone would rise to escape the grasp of gravity. All the great mass of the lower part was made up of two booster stages, whose sole purpose was to bring the third stage to a speed from which its own much smaller thrust could whirl it into outer space and into Lunetta's satellitic orbit.
From its sides protruded two arrow-head-shaped raking wing-stubs housing the retractable airfoils for use upon return to the atmosphere. Near these stubs, a ring of portholes shore dimly. Sinus' vast bulk was supported vertically by four great stabilizing fins which provided flight stability on her passage up through the atmosphere. They rested upon a heavy iron annulus, itself standing upon four massive legs some distance above the ground.
The raging torrent of fire which was to spout from the rocket nozzles would pass through the central aperture of this huge metal ring and would be equal in diameter to the full thickness of the ship.
Just below the center of the aperture was the jet deflector, whose conical point would divide the great stream of fire emerging from the rocket nozzles in a vertically downward direction, and would fan it out horizontally. This would be necessary to protect the concrete underpinnings from the mighty blast of the fiery jet streams during the few seconds before the ship lifted high enough to reduce the terrific heat.
Beside the ship stood an enormous tower-like gantry mounted upon a heavy trailer with many wheels. A small open door in the third stage was accessible via this structure. The tiny figure of a man could be seen standing in the open door. When Catherine and Gary reached the underground blast-proof door, a group of some fifteen men were crowded around a gateway leading to it.
Among them were officers, soldiers and civilians, each with the necessary papers for passage to Lunetta. Holt joined them after a short and silent good-bye kiss. She saw him stride across the open space leading to the gantry, within which an elevator lifted him and his group of fellow passengers up towards the open door in the third stage. As he crossed the little walkway between the tower and the door, he waved to her, then he disappeared within. It was by no means Catherine's first space ship launching from close up, but she could never master the awe that overcame her when she saw and heard - nay, felt through every fiber of her being - the might of that infernal stream of fire which so lightly lifted the clumsy ships and hurled them into the distant heavens.
As usual, she walked into the observation bunker from which the departure of loved ones could be observed in safety. Six-hundred feet from the launching platform, the bunker afforded an ideal view of the proceedings through a dome of armored glass. A giant clock showed that it was 9: A luminous red spot on the face of the clock marked the time of 9: Catherine could see the ship standing motionless, a dark, menacing column of blackness, despite the rays of the projectors focused upon it.
Soon, a powerful tractor appeared out of the gloom and hooked onto the trailer bearing the elevator in which Gary and the others had mounted their lofty aerie. The coupling seemed to be a pretty involved business and the driver of the tractor signaled with his hand to the man who still stood in Wernher von Sraun 25 the open door. Finally the gantry moved ponderously off into the dark background and could be seen no more. The little door closed.
Within the observation bunker were two men enclosed in a glass booth. Telephone receivers covered their ears and before their mouths were microphones. These men were now the only Earth dwellers in communication with the pilot's cabin of the Sinus. Periodically, one of them pushed a switch button and the loudspeaker in the bunker rang out: The loudspeaker roared again: Then it spread out flat with a roaring rush! The bunker shivered as though in continuous thunder, and the flame issuing from the stern of the ship swelled to a column faster than lightning and more solid than steel.
The whole ship and the surrounding landscape were lighted by its baleful glare. The flames spurted frantically across the ground, pouring from the jet deflector. Then the ship began to move slowly straight upwards, as pebbles flung by the mighty stream of fire rattled against the transparent observation dome of the bunker.
The roar of the rocket exhaust increased almost beyond bearing as the discharge nozzles reached a height at which the observers could look directly into them. As the ship gained height, the din slackened until finally the great mass became invisible in the darkest sky; its position alone betrayed by the comet-like jet exhaust which soon began to curve off gracefully to the North and East. Growing smaller and smaller to the eye, now roaring like a remote thunderstorm, it soon crossed the star-spangled heavens like a man-made meteor.
Then, after a minute and a half, it went out, like a star hiding behind a cloud. There it was again! Like a migrating star, and with increasing speed, the flaming point swept across the sky, heading more and more towards the distant horizon. The loudspeaker snarled, "First booster-stage released O.
All's well. Now the flare of the rocket exhaust was but a tiny point of light in the distant reaches of the sky. Not very high above the dim horizon line, it blinked once more and finally lost itself among the constellations just above the edge of the sea. Again the snarl came from the loudspeaker, but more softly this time: Trajectory data, please.
From various electrical triangulation stations, which had followed the ascent by radar, they correlated the flight data of the invisible ship. Have radio contact with Lunetta. He placed his equipment in the luggage rack and strapped it down. Then he lay down on one of the air-cushioned couches that were arranged circumferentially around the walls of the cabin. At the head of each couch was a small, round deadlight giving a view outside.
The roof of the cabin was equipped with a large clock having a second hand and showing a spot of red light at the scheduled moment of launching. Surrounding the clock face were four indirectly lighted instrument dials, one of which indicated acceleration, while the others gave altitude, speed, and horizontal distance made good.
Luminous signs surrounded the instruments, all of which were dark, save one. The latter warned passengers to "Strap baggage - fasten safety belts. This was the passage to the pilot's compartment. In the center of the deck was a circular manhole plate with a large hand-wheel in its center.
Through it one could reach the cargo space, below which lay the propellant storage bay and the machinery spaces which were accessible in that way. The clock showed X minus 3 when the ship's mechanic closed and dogged down the oval hermetic door of the air-lock, after shutting the outer door. Then he ascended the ladder and disappeared through the sliding hatch into the pilot's compartment.
Holt looked through his little deadlight and was able dimly to discern the movement away from the ship of the great elevator gentry, despite the blinding glare of the searchlights. When the searchlights were switched off at X minus 1, there was a simultaneous dimming of the interior illumination. A deathly stillness filled the cabin, disturbed only by the hum of the directional gyroscopes and the buzzing of the inverters.
He could hear through the cabin ceiling the muffled voices of the crew giving the last preparatory commands. A luminous sign on the ceiling blazed up: Another sign bade "Heads on Headrests! Then, amid a diapason roaring, as though the grandfather of all hurricanes had seized the vessel, an unseen force pressed Holt and his companions deep into the yielding softness of their couches.
For a moment the Earth surrounding the ship seemed to be a sea of wild, concentric, horizontal flame. Then the sea shrank to a diminishing fiery disc and finally went black beneath the loom of the roaring column of fire spurting from the rocket exhaust.
Sirius had lifted off and was thundering into space. UJernher von Braun 27 As the great vessel rose vertically, more and more lights in and around the station came into view. The brilliant lights of Honolulu blinked from across the water to dim and disappear in diffuse darkness.
Below lay the night-steeped Pacific and above beckoned the star-studded ocean of space. Holt, lying full length upon his couch, groaned as the almost unbearable load of the acceleration descended upon him.
His breath labored as the menacing hand of the accelerometer crept past 3. The speed indicator and the altimeter hands hurried around their dials and the cabin was filled with the muffled growling of the rocket exhaust. Still the accelerometer needle climbed Holt was pushed into the supporting cushions almost viciously. It was as though every organ in his body had turned to lead. The acceleration rose to 8g.
Another luminous sign flared up on the ceiling: Dropping first stage! Then the deep booming set up once more and the accelerometer increased to 1. It continued slowly to the higher figures again, renewing the torture with which acceleration besets the human frame. The burning time of the second stage was seconds, during which the acceleration once more reached 8g. Dropping second stage! But the experience was repeated as soon as the acceleration diminished to 1.
With a howl, the third stage combustion exerted its push upon the now tiny core of the erstwhile enormous rocket. There was a clicking sound and the accelerometer climbed again to 1.
Gone was the second stage which had brought them to the speed at which they could carry on towards Lunetta with the power packaged in the tip of the rocket. Vibration increased, for their own, undetachable rocket plant was thundering and roaring a scant fifteen feet below the floor of their cabin. It was the third and last stage of acceleration. It was 84 seconds since the second stage had been jettisoned.
The accelerometer began to descend from 2. The cruel pressure melted, slowly at first, and then it was gone. Holt closed his eyes for a moment. He had just come through that horrible second at the end of the acceleration ordeal, when the agony is over and the peculiar sensation of weightlessness begins.
All people and all things in a rocket ship coasting through space are weightless, or seem to be, and this offers a feeling of release second to none. But the transition from the agonies of acceleration to the joys of weightlessness is ever accompanied by a dark moment of spiritual terror which besets everyone, no matter how often they have been through it. He released his belt and found himself floating unsupported above his couch.
Beyond the thick glass of his deadlight he could see the black sky with its stars projected in unnatural brilliance. Their Earth-familiar twinkle was gone. Soon the sliding hatch in the ceiling opened and an officer who might be the copilot emerged head first, pulling himself along with his hands and with one foot hooked around the ladder rail, so as to remain parallel to the wall.
Arriving at the bottom, he flicked himself into an upright position. We reach a maximum velocity of 8, meters per second in ascent, in a direction horizontal to the Earth's surface. This is attained in three consecutive but separate propulsion periods. The rocket motor of the first stage develops a thrust of 12, metric tons.
During the 84 seconds of operation it consumes some 4, tons of propellants. While the angle of ascent is vertical at the beginning, the gyro gear gradually tilts it until, at the moment when the propellants of the first booster are exhausted, the ship has an angle of elevation with respect to the plane of the horizon of slightly more than 20 degrees. At the end of the propulsion period of the first booster, the ship has attained an altitude of approximately 40 kilometers above the Earth's surface and has made good a horizontal distance of some 50 kilometers from the launching platform.
The latter is then decelerated by a large, specially designed parachute and descends to Earth supported by it. The second booster stage works for seconds and consumes about tons of propellants during this time, at the end of which the ship has attained a velocity of 6, meters per second, has climbed to 64 kilometers above the Earth and has reached a horizontal distance of kilometers from the launching site.
The gyroscopic steering gear has continued to tilt the angle of the ship during the operation of the second stage, so that the angle of elevation of the flight path to the plane of the horizon is only 2. The second stage, like the first, is decelerated by a parachute and descends to Earth. During this period, the ship is brought up to her maximum velocity of 8, meters per second, after consuming This only partially exhausts the tankage of 83 tons, leaving a very considerable supply of propellants still available after ascent has been completed.
This reserve is required for the maneuver of adaptation, which I shall shortly describe, as also for the return trip to Earth. There is still left a very considerable margin of safety as to propellants. The angle of elevation of the flight path at combustion cutoff of the third stage is almost exactly zero. When referred to the plane of the horizon at the launching site, this angle is slightly negative, although with respect to the surface of the Earth directly below the rocket ship it is practically horizontal.
This is due to the curvature of the Earth, which makes a spirit level, just below the momentary position of the ship, lie at an angle to a level at the launching site. Were its speed exactly that of the orbital velocity, centrifugal force would balance its weight exactly and it would continue to orbit UJernher von Broun 29 around the Earth at the altitude of kilometers.
But since the velocity imparted to the ship by the third stage is somewhat above the orbital velocity, centrifugal force is greater than the attraction of gravity and the ship recedes from the Earth. This is the altitude at which Lunetta circles the Earth at the orbital speed corresponding to that altitude, namely 7, meters per second. We, however, lose a certain amount of our speed as a result of our climb to that altitude, so that our velocity will be but 6, meters per second at the time we intercept Lunetta's orbit.
Thus we shall have to carry out a so-called "adaptation maneuver" in order to increase our velocity by the amount it lacks, to equal that of Lunetta.
This is meters per second. We fly unpropelled for a period of 50 minutes and 54 second after final combustion cutoff. At the end of this period we shall arrive at a point of tangency with Lunetta's orbit. The adaptation maneuver will begin at the end of this period and will require us to run our rocket motor for about 15 seconds. Until then, you gentlemen may do as you wish.
After that, we shall proceed to make actual contact. The condition is better explained by the fact that you and the other masses comprising the ship together received the identical initial velocity. We are now traversing the gravitational field of the Earth along a free trajectory. Every molecule of your bodies and all the parts of the ship obey the same laws of motion with respect to that trajectory.
For that reason, no differential forces - which you might sense as gravity - are created between your bodies and the ship. The condition has been baptized "weightlessness" because we cannot perceive our own weight, nor that of anything else, although some linguistic purists question the accuracy of the word. We are, in point of fact, quite definitely under the influence of gravity, in that our trajectory is predetermined thereby. The reason why we cannot sense it lies in there being no opposing force nor solid ground beneath us, preventing us from yielding to the pull of gravity.
I shall have to ask the inexperienced among you to be quite careful about it, so that you may not injure yourselves by bumping against the walls. You must realize that the slightest push will send you floating in any direction until you strike something. Some people have even learned to swim the air He envisaged the long time during which he was going to be faced with naught but that sepia sky and its clear, untwinkling stars.
No eye would ever see them thus so long as the owner stood deep at the bottom of the atmosphere. No Earthbound view would ever encompass his vision of the Milky Way, that diamond necklace of the sidereal depths spanning the firmament.
His nearest and dearest would seem as remote as that, and for years. Katy, his boys, his bungalow, his Pacific, his beloved California, his native land, all would shrink down to a tiny point of light. To a nasty little star, as Braden had put it. Fear overwhelmed him for a moment. Would he be able to maintain morale and discipline throughout the long, lonesome stretch, unbroken by day and night?
The general had been right; his choice of companions must be restricted to men of steel. And he knew that he'd have to case-harden himself in order to do justice to them as their leader Finally, he dozed off. He was awakened by voices in the cabin and noticed that it had become brighter.
The other passengers were crowded around the portholes across the cabin from his couch. Just inside the circle of couches lining the wall of the cabin was a balustrade of rope supported by stanchions rising from the floor.
His body horizontal, he hauled himself along this balustrade and peered out. At least one-half of the visible sky was covered by an enormous, luminous scimitar! Why, that was a dawn creeping over the Earth! It would not be long before Sirius would fly out of the penumbra of the Earth and into the sunlight.
The luminous scimitar became broader and broader, and soon the livid mantle of the solar corona flared up over the eastering curvature of the Earth. Painfully, his eyes received the first direct rays from the blistering surface of the orb of day, which soon emerged from behind the shelter of the Earth.
Immediately below, their home planet was still wrapped in shadow, and the line marking the dawn crawled slowly towards the Sirius. As he looked down, he seemed to descry a coastline, dim in the shadows just before Sun-up.
Surely, there it was, clearly recognizable, the shore line of the Western Provinces of Canada. Hold drew his binoculars from his briefcase and peered tensely at the scene. Broad and easily identified, Vancouver Island defended the mainland, far to his right. It was unmistakable, despite the lividness of the morning light. Soon Athabaska Lake, crescent-shaped amid the vast forests, slid slowly by and before long Hudson's Bay loomed up at the extreme right.
Directly below them, full daylight enveloped the scene. It was easy to see that the ship had silently climbed higher and higher on its way to Lunetta's orbit, and it occurred to Holt that, if there were still any who doubted that Columbus was right when he announced that the Earth was round, this trip would surely carry conviction.
The basic fact of the Earth's rotundity was incontrovertible to even the most skeptical eye. The ship sped over Baffin's Land and the eternal glaciers of Greenland crept into view. It must have been an unusually clear day in those latitudes, for Holt was amazed at the definition with which his binoculars revealed the usually fog-bound fjords of Greenland's west coast.
The great circle course of the Sirius began to incline south at this point, and it was but half an hour after the rocket motor had been shut off that passengers on the opposite side of the cabin called out that they could distinguish Ireland. A few minutes later, the ship cut diagonally across the coast of Portugal. Lisbon, Gibraltar and its straights, Spanish Morocco and the Atlas Mountains passed as though projected on a strip of film, and soon the sandy vastness of the Sahara Desert lay below.
Just as they stood above the Cameroons and paralleled the Southern Atlantic coast of Africa, the luminous warning sign recalled them to their couches, where they tightened LUernher von Broun 31 their straps. Sinus had attained the thousand miles of altitude of Lunetta in a long ellipse of ascent. Now for the adaptation maneuver. Thrust was applied as the rocket motor screamed viciously, forcing the passengers painfully into their cushions.
It lasted for 15 seconds, with the accelerometer rising to 2. Then silence fell once more and the easy sensation of weightlessness was restored. Again the copilot's head appeared in the hatch.