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Updated: June 1, 2025
Ishie had objected at first to connecting it up, and Mike explained his insistence by saying that "If it looks like something that works, nobody will look at it twice. But if it looks like something dead, one of my boys is apt to take it apart to see what it's supposed to be doing." He didn't mention his real reason a heady desire to run a few tests on the instrument himself.
The captain relaxed a little, and a half-smile played near the corner of his mouth as he said to Mike, "I believe, then, we may have found the real saboteur, Mr. Blackhawk." Then to Ishie. "Doctor, I believe that your field is the one in which the most experience lies towards finding a means for counteracting the effect that is now influencing our orbit. I am putting you in charge of the problem.
And have a big parade, with Space Lab One hovering just overhead to the cheers and the blaring bands and the " "Confusion say, he who would poke hole in hornets nest had best be prepared with long legs." Ishie grinned. "You don't think anybody would really appreciate our doing that, do you Mike? Outside of the people themselves, that is, that aren't directly concerned with man's welfare?
"The acceleration of Earth is a much greater influence," Ishie tried to make it clear, "than our little mosquito here. As long as they work together, things go well.
One thousand microseconds the display changed, dropping so quickly into position that the pulse thrust itself was not recorded but the figure turned up seven hundred thirty pounds thrust on the display panel. "So," said Ishie, "we can initiate thrust with a one thousand microsecond pulse.
The return to the rim was slower than had been the evacuation but it was complete within twenty minutes of the decision to return the satellite to normal. In the machine shop, Paul and Tombu, with Ishie and Mike, were gathering the materials they'd need for the odd construction Paul singing to himself as he worked.
The monkeylike form of the erudite physicist, dwarfed by the big chassis, gave the appearance of a small boy trying to hide an outsize treasure; but the nonchalant humor that normally poked constant fun at both his profession as a physicist and the traditions of his Chinese ancestors, was lacking. Dr. Ishie was both breathless and worried. "Mike," he gasped. "I was afraid to leave it, unshielded.
As the last sentence came over the loud-speaker, Mike sprang to the intercom. He quickly keyed the direct line to engineering. "Ishie," he said, "I gather you're safe?" "Yes, Mike. Situation here very secure. I heard announcement of conflict. You need not tell me to put the Cow under our control. It is done. She will obey no one else until further instructed from here.
Having the Cow boost up the oxygen on the bridge until those idiots got so drunk they were climbing the walls." "You don't happen to have any education as a psychologist, do you Ishie? Or perhaps a brain surgeon?" Mike inquired. "It seems a shame to drag those Security apes along with us. We can't just dump them overboard, but it would be nice if we could just confuse them or something."
Instead, he carefully kept his face solemn while he commented: "It ought to fit in that rack over there." He pointed to a group of half-filled racks. "We can slip a fake panel on it. Nobody will be able to tell it from any of the other control circuits." Ishie heaved a deep sigh of relief and grinned his normal grin.
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