"More than a
mile long, and wider than hell." Never will. Too big for that. They built her on the moon. As always, Rogers nodded agreement. And she did it well. For the first time, the galaxy was at peace. Report." "Radar to bridge. All clear." "Radar to bridge, repeating. All clear. "Radio track to bridge." Frowning, Heselton answered. "Bridge. "Slow
the ship, and circle right. "No can do, sir. "Admiral, sir," the lieutenant who had first reported the signal came
running back. Heselton whirled back to the intercom. "Can't help
it, Admiral. There is absolutely nothing,
nothing at all." Heselton waved back. The screen blanked
out. "Astronomy." "I know, Admiral. "This is bad, Rogers. Mighty bad." "This is fire control again, sir. Can't tell exactly where, though." "I don't know, sir." "Thanks," he said, "for the
help." "This is the linguistics section, Admiral. "He's laughing, sir." "Look, sir." "They're rubbing it in, Rogers. "Maybe," said Rogers, "the second most powerful." "This is fire control, Admiral. "He says," said the interpreter, "to get the hell out." "Maximum drive." "Admiral, look!" "Look, sir," the professor gasped for breath. "No, sir. As a matter of fact, it was
quite close by."