Davis, Hank (ed) - Worst Contact / Дэвис, Хэнк (ред) - Наихудший контакт [2016, EPUB, ENG]

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“Heading unchanged,” Gladiator said. “Speed unchanged.” She flashed figures on the cathode-ray-tube terminal at the command console to substantiate it. Daw nodded. Twenty-eight firing studs stretched along the mid-band of the console. They would permit him, Daw, alone on the bridge (as he liked it) to launch every missile aboard the ship; even if Gladiator’s central processing unit were knocked out or under system overload, there would be strike vectors from the independent minicomputers that clung, embryonic self-brains, to the walls of the missile foramens. But there was no need for the minis. His ship was untouched; he could order Gladiator herself to do the shooting. Instead he asked, “Drive?” And Gladiator answered: “No indication of drive in use.” “Okay.” “Shall present course be maintained? Present course is a collision course in point three one hours.” “Match their velocity and lay us alongside. How long?” “One point forty-four hours.” . . .