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At all costs, he must not let Rama overwhelm him. That way lay failure, perhaps even madness.
In time, he was sure, all these fears would ebb. The wonder and strangeness of Rama would banish its terrors, at least for men who were trained to face the realities of space. Perhaps no one who had never left Earth, and had never seen the stars all around him, could endure these vistas.
“With all due respect to the Ambassador,” said Taylor in his most disrespectful voice, “I think we can rule out as naive the fear of malevolent intervention.
“It’s hard to imagine a whole world being pushed around,” said Solomons. “What would happen to the objects inside it? Everything would have to be bolted down. Most inconvenient.” “Well, the acceleration would probably be very low. The biggest problem would be the water in the Cylindrical Sea. How would you stop that from….” Perera’s voice faded away,
10/10 revile for the 500m sea wall at the other end lmaooo
But he had a suspicion of plausible answers; they were so often wrong.
He paused at the last spot where he could hear it, like a faint throbbing deep in his brain. So might a primitive savage have listened in awe-struck ignorance to the low humming of a giant power transformer. And even the savage might have guessed that the sound he heard was merely the stray leakage from colossal energies, fully controlled, but biding their time. Whatever this sound meant, Jimmy was glad to be clear of it. This was no place, among the overwhelming architecture of the South Pole, for a lone man to listen to the voice of Rama.
He had almost reached the tip of Big Horn when he became aware of a curious sensation. A feeling of foreboding, and, indeed, of physical as well as psychological discomfort, had come over him. He suddenly recalled—and this did nothing at all to help—a phrase he had once come across: “Someone is walking over your grave.”
I would say that they are robots—biological robots—something that has no analogy on Earth.
Chronbul
Whatever they say about me, you can claim you’re married to a hero. How many wives have a husband who saved a world?”
The whole ship was awake. Even the simps knew that something was afoot, and made anxious, meeping noises until McAndrews reassured them with swift hand signals.
As to the nature of that drive, one thing was now certain, even though all else was mystery. There were no jets of gas, no beams of ions or plasma thrusting Rama into its new orbit. No one put it better than Sergeant Professor Myron, when he said, in shocked disbelief: “There goes Newton’s Third Law.”
Norton tightened his arms around her. One of the nicest things about weightlessness, he often thought, was that you could really hold someone all night without cutting off the circulation. There were those who claimed that love at one gee was so ponderous that they could no longer enjoy it.
