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intercom. "Having problems out there?" She shook herself back to the present. The Moon was drawing closer by the second. "No. Hang on." She fastened the getaway special canister back to the cargo bay wall and plugged in the data link to the ship. "How's that?"
    "I'm getting power. Let me run the diagnostic check." A few seconds later, Allen said, "Looks good. I'm keying in the coordinates."
    "You sure you don't want to stay and admire the view?"
    "Uh . . . some other time, maybe."
    "Right." Judy reached out to steady herself against the airlock door. She tilted her head back for one last look at the Moon, so near she almost felt she could touch it. Someday she would. Someday soon. She cleared her throat. "Whenever you're—"
    But it had already disappeared.
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    "Your hyperdrive engine," Carl said, "is the worst disaster to befall the world since the invention of the nuclear bomb." He'd finally awakened from the drugs Gerry had given him, and was hovering over Allen's shoulders in the aft crew station, glancing nervously out the overhead windows from time to time, as if the Earth might slip by without his knowledge unless he were diligent in watching for it. He was a nervous man anyway, thin and hatchet-faced. At least he looked that way on the ground. In orbit, the normal pooling of fluids in the upper body that came with zero-gee rounded out his features, making him look almost normal. Judy, watching him from the command chair where she'd been trying to assess the damage to the ship, wondered if that was why he liked spaceflight so much: because it improved his appearance.
    Allen stood at his control panel, his feet tucked into floor grips so he wouldn't have to hold himself down every time he pushed a button. He'd been there for nearly an hour, running diagnostics on the hyperdrive engine and using the shuttle's navigation equipment to figure out where they were before he moved them anywhere else.
    It was taking much longer than he'd expected, partially because of Carl's interference. At this latest proclamation, Allen tilted his head back, looked at Carl upside down, and said, "You know, it amazes me how a Luddite could work his way so high in the space program. If you really think a major breakthrough in spaceflight is a disaster, why aren't you back in Florida blowing up the Vehicle Assembly Building or something?"
    Carl's eyes bulged. "Luddite! I don't have to be a Luddite to see what this will do to the world economy. If you give hyperdrive engines to everyone at once, people are going to use them all at once, and when they all leave their jobs to go gallivanting around the galaxy there won't be anybody left to run the machinery. Our whole industrial society will grind to a halt." Allen laughed. "Oh come on, now. Our whole society? I'd be surprised if one person in a hundred actually goes anywhere. One in a thousand is probably a high estimate. All I've done is give the adventurous the option to get off an overcrowded planet. That doesn't seem like a recipe for disaster to me."
    "It wouldn't." Carl wiped spittle from his lips. "Look, it doesn't take a big upset to shake the world economy. Remember cold fusion back in the eighties? The stock market went berserk right after Pons and Fleischmann announced their discovery. If they hadn't been proven wrong almost immediately, we would have had a major depression. These things need to be eased into use so people can adapt to them slowly, not dumped on us without warning."
    "That's what they said when I introduced the electron plasma battery," Allen said. "Everybody was worried that it would knock out the auto industry because it was such a better power source than the internal combustion engine, but it didn't. What it did was give Detroit another chance to build something that would compete with foreign cars, and it incidentally helped clear up the air across the entire planet . The only people who were hurt were the ones with no faith in human ingenuity who bet against the