STILL LATER:
“Judgment, Mr. Danley!” St. Simon cautioned. “You have to use judgment! A space boat is not an automobile. There is no friction out here to slow it to a stop. Your accelerator is just exactly that—an accelerator. Taking your foot off it won’t slow you down a bit; you’ve got to use your reverse.”
Peter Danley was at the controls of the boat. There were tiny beads of perspiration on his forehead. Over a kilometer away was a good-sized hunk of rock; his instructors wouldn’t let him get any closer. They wanted to be sure that they could take over before the boat struck the rock, just in case Danley should freeze to the accelerator a little too long.
He wasn’t used to this sort of thing. He was used to a taped acceleration-deceleration program which lifted a big ship, aimed it,
