With a deep roar from its rocket motors, Fireball XL5 hurled itself off the launch rail and soared towards the velvet blackness of space. In the cockpit, Colonel Steve Zodiac addressed his artificial navigator, “Okay Robert, maintain course and speed.” The transparent automaton responded in his usual simulated voice, “Main-tain-course-and-speed.” Steve flipped the communication switch, “Any update on that signal, …
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