“Houston, Stage three failed to separate.”
Flight Director Bill Franklin swore loudly and crushed the paper cup in frustration, then swore even more loudly as hot coffee poured over his hand.
An assistant ran up with a handful of paper towels, but Bill waved him away. He yelled to the Chief Engineer, “Can we override the control from here?”
Before he got an answer, klaxons began ringing. “Oh what new horror is this?”
The Chief Engineer yelled back, “Bill! The electronics are fried! We’re neutered here!”
Franklin silently calculated the damage. They’d miss the transit. Could they rescue the crew?
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