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Nothing to it. No hyperdrives, none of that kind of stuff. We had an engine that could go half lightspeed and now we've made it twice as efficient and more. No superstitions about Einstein, I hope? No? Good." "I'll go," Collins said. "But what if I had said 'no'." Smith-Boerke put the gun away in a desk drawer. "Then you could have walked out of here, straight into the MP's."
Of course, Colonel Smith-Boerke had been waiting for him. And Doc Candle had driven him right to him. It was inescapable. He had been intended to escape and turn up right here all along. "What do you want with me?" Smith-Boerke's flushed face brightened. "You want to become a hero? A hero so big that all these trumped-up charges against you will be dropped? It'll be romantic.
Collins did not say those words. They were said by the man with the gun in the uniform like the one worn by Elston. He motioned impatiently. "This way, this way." "No priority," Colonel Smith-Boerke said as he paced back and forth, gun in hand. From time to time he waved it threateningly at Collins and Nancy who sat on the couch in Smith-Boerke's office.
And then they saw that he really was alive, that he had come through it alive somehow, and nobody remembered anything like it since the airliner crash in '59. A while later, after they found Doc Candle's body and court-martialed Smith-Boerke, who took drugs, Nancy was nuzzling him on his hospital bed. It was nice, but he wasn't paying much attention.
Collins yelled and cursed, he tried to pull off the acceleration webbing and claw through the airlock. Nobody paid any attention to him. Count downs had been automated. Smith-Boerke was handling this one himself, and he cut off the Audio-In switch from the spaceship. Doc Candle said nothing else for a moment, and the spaceship, almost an entity itself, went on with its work.
They'll call it off. It'll never fly now." Collins sat quietly. He had been listening to this all evening. Smith-Boerke had been drinking, although it wasn't very obvious. Smith-Boerke turned to Collins. "I've been waiting for somebody like you. Just waiting for you to come along. And here you are, a wanted fugitive, completely in my power! Perfect, perfect." Collins nodded to himself.
Back to Lindbergh-to-Paris. Tell me, Collins, how would you like to be the first man to travel faster than light?" Collins knew there was no way out. "All right," he said. Smith-Boerke wiped a hand across his dry mouth. "Project Silver has to come off. My whole career depends on it. You don't have anything to do. Everything's cybernetic. Just ride along and prove a human being can survive.
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