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’
Crossing
the
terminator
,
’
Lambert
informed
them
all
.
’
Entering
nightside
.
’
Below
,
a
dark
line
split
thick
clouds
,
leaving
them
brightly
reflecting
on
one
side
,
dark
as
the
inside
of
a
grave
on
the
other
.
’
It
’
s
coming
up
.
It
’
s
coming
up
.
Stand
by
.
’
Lambert
threw
switches
in
sequence
.
’
Stand
by
.
Fifteen
seconds
.
.
ten
.
.
five
.
.
four
.
Three
.
Two
.
One
.
Lock
.
’
’
Disengage
,
’
ordered
Dallas
curtly
.
Tiny
puffs
of
gas
showed
between
the
Nostromo
and
the
ponderous
coasting
bulk
of
the
refinery
platform
.
The
two
artificial
structures
,
one
tiny
and
inhabited
,
the
other
enormous
and
deserted
,
drifted
slowly
apart
.
Dallas
watched
the
separation
intently
on
number
two
screen
.
’
Umbilicus
clear
,
’
Ripley
announced
after
a
short
pause
.
’
Precession
corrected
.
’
Kane
leaned
back
in
his
seat
,
relaxing
for
a
few
seconds
.
’
All
clean
and
clear
.
Separation
successful
.
No
damage
.
’
’
Check
here
,
’
added
Lambert
.
’
And
here
,
’
said
a
relieved
Ripley
.
Dallas
glanced
over
at
his
navigator
.
’
You
sure
we
’
ve
left
her
in
a
steady
orbit
?
I
don
’
t
want
the
whole
two
billion
tons
dropping
and
burning
up
while
we
’
re
poking
around
downstairs
.
Atmosphere
’
s
not
thick
enough
to
give
us
a
safe
umbrella
.
’
