Smith can’t help but keep grinning, running his eyes along the panels of buttons and reminding himself of what they were all for. His first spaceflight, in the jets built to handle low atmospheric pressure and interplanetary warfare. His heart is thudding in his chest and his palms are sweating through his gloves. He knows Ross and Trott are watching from the sidelines, and wonders if they’re as nervous as he is.
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