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’
So
did
I
.
Must
’
ve
slipped
a
screen
again
.
Damn
engines
are
too
sensitive
.
’
’
They
weren
’
t
designed
to
fly
through
particulate
hurricanes
,
’
Parker
reminded
his
associate
.
’
Spit
on
it
for
two
more
minutes
and
we
’
ll
be
clear
.
’
A
second
tremor
rattled
the
bridge
.
Everyone
’
s
attention
stayed
glued
to
their
respective
consoles
.
Dallas
thought
of
querying
engineering
,
then
thought
better
of
it
and
decided
not
to
.
If
Parker
had
anything
to
report
,
he
’
d
do
so
.
Come
on
,
come
on
,
he
urged
silently
.
Get
it
up
.
He
promised
himself
that
if
Parker
and
Brett
could
keep
the
primaries
functioning
for
another
couple
of
minutes
,
he
’
d
put
them
in
for
the
bonuses
they
were
constantly
harping
about
.
A
gauge
on
his
board
showed
that
gravitational
pull
was
fading
rapidly
.
Another
minute
,
he
pleaded
,
one
hand
unconsciously
caressing
the
nearby
wall
.
Another
lousy
minute
.
Erupting
from
the
crown
of
clouds
,
the
Nostromo
burst
into
open
space
.
One
minute
,
fifty
seconds
later
,
the
surface
-
gravity
indicator
on
Dallas
’
s
console
fell
to
zero
.
That
was
the
signal
for
some
unprofessional
but
heartfelt
cheering
on
the
bridge
.
’
We
made
it
.
’
Ripley
lay
exhausted
against
the
padded
back
of
her
flight
seat
.
’
Damn
.
We
made
it
.
’
’
When
that
first
tremor
hit
and
we
started
velocity
slide
,
I
didn
’
t
think
we
were
going
to
,
’
Dallas
husked
.
’
I
saw
us
splattering
ourselves
all
over
the
nearest
hillside
.
We
might
as
well
have
done
that
if
we
’
d
had
to
go
hyper
and
lost
the
refinery
.
’
’
Nothing
to
worry
about
.
’
Lambert
wasn
’
t
smiling
.
’
We
could
have
landed
again
and
stayed
there
.
Then
our
automatic
distress
beacon
would
’
ve
come
on
.
We
could
’
ve
relaxed
in
hypersleep
while
some
other
lucky
crew
got
itself
kicked
out
of
the
freezers
to
come
and
rescue
us
.
’
