Chapter 50 Chapter 42 Mini Meteorite

This time Fobo is very sure that he is in a dream... He has never been able to sleep well in zero gravity.Cosmos is no longer powering up to top speed, and in two days it will begin a steady deceleration that lasts about a week, bringing it down before it approaches Europa. No matter how many times he adjusted the straps, they were either too loose or too tight, and he was either having trouble breathing or floating off the bed. Once he woke up in mid-air, but couldn't get back to bed after struggling for several minutes. Finally, it took a lot of effort for him to swim a few meters to the nearest wall. At this time, it suddenly occurred to him that he should wait there That's right, because the indoor ventilation system would have pulled him over the vent in no time, and he didn't have to.As an experienced space traveler, he was well aware of this, but he still panicked.

But tonight he's going to get himself a good night's sleep anyway, because he's going to have some trouble readjusting when the gravity returns.He was only awake for a few minutes, recalling the points of the dinner discussion, and then fell back into a deep sleep. In the dream, he continues the conversation at the dinner table.Although there are some slight changes, they are all changes that he can accept.For example, Willis's beard has grown again, only half of his face has grown. Dr. Fo believes that this is related to a certain research project, although he can hardly imagine the purpose of this project.

In any case, there was something more troubling in the dream.He has to face and fight back against the criticism of Millson, chairman of the space committee, who surprisingly is also on their ship, and Dr. Fo doesn't understand how he got aboard the Cosmos (possibly stowaway).In fact Millson had been dead for at least forty years, but that didn't seem to matter much in the dream. "Old Buddha," said his old nemesis Millson, "the White House is very unhappy." "I can't figure out why." "Did the State Council approve the signal you sent to Europa just now?"

"I don't think it's necessary, I'm just asking for permission to land." "Oh, that's the reason. Do you understand the government's considerations? I'm really worried—everything is out of order." Millson faded away in a state of anxiety.Dr. Buddha thought to himself, "Fortunately this is just a dream. Now what to do? Maybe I expected it too, hey old friend. You always appear in different sizes, don't you? Of course, even TMA·1 can't compress into my cabin. And its "big brother" could probably swallow the Cosmos in one gulp."

The black Digu magnetic board stood (or floated) only two meters away from his sleeping bed.Dr. Fo found that it was exactly the same size and shape as a normal tombstone, which made him quite uncomfortable.Although this was mentioned to him from time to time, it was only now that it had a psychological impact on him.Now, for the first time, he felt the horror of its appearance, even eerie.He knew it was just a dream, but at his age, he didn't want any hints of it... "Anyway, Magnetic Board, what are you doing here? Have you brought a message from David Bowman? Are you David Bowman?

"I don't really expect an answer, you weren't that talkative before, were you? But as long as you're around, things happen a lot. Back in Ticchu sixty years ago, you sent that signal to Jupiter , tell your makers we're studying you. And when we get to Jupiter in twelve years, look what you've done to it! "What's the matter with you now?"