Brogan was surprised at the smoothness of the flight. But he knew that soon their speed would be calculated in kilometers per second and that their destination was the orbiting space station where the imminently departing scout ship Shark was docked. “This is just like riding in a flyer,” he commented to Unger. Unger turned to face him. “It is smooth, isn’t it? Before gravitonics were discovered, the early astronauts had to undergo high acceleration pressures. I understand it was very unpleasant. I’m glad those days are gone.” “So am I,” agreed Brogan. Excitement and confidence began to shimmer within him. Now I can begin to do some really important things! The still tingly sensation of the antiseptic shower and the texture and smell of his freshly donned uniform made him feel like a new person. And, indeed, he felt as if he was on the threshold of a new life. “It must be exciting to patrol in a scout ship,” he said to the ensign, who occupied the seat next to his. “So I thought before shipping out.
