![]() His laboring heart labors a little harder with elation. It takes almost a full minute to understand what’s happened, then he tries to grin. In the exterior camera feed, Phobos darts past, and then there is only the star field, as seemingly unchanging as a still image. By the way, we’re accelerating at four gravities. Its alarms trigger in a strictly informational way. ![]() The yacht isn’t the product of evolution. It decides that he’s being attacked, and then that he’s falling, and then that he’s had some kind of terrible dream. His brain is the product of millions of years of primate evolution, and it isn’t prepared for this. His ankles press back against the leg rests. ![]() His right hand lands on his belly, his left falls onto the upholstery beside his ear. ![]() Acceleration throws Solomon back into the captain’s chair, then presses his chest like a weight. ![]()
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