Back on the spaceship, after a last glance at the screen, and what we’re heading to:
It’s debatable whether we’re going to get out of the doc.
The Captain requested me to go down and personally find out what’s going on, and I’ve just risked like and limb in the elevator that wasn’t working properly not 24 hours before. Now, the doors having opened, and after a huge sigh of relief, I step into the maelstrom.
The engine room, if it could be called that, looks like a shopping mall at Christmas, with the centre piece looking like a set of constantly strobing lights, and around it, people with computer pads, looking for answers.
I doubt whether it was going to be in the central computer system because it was new.
Whatever happened to paper manuals? Oh, sorry, that was so twenty first century.
I feel like I’m walking against the tide until I see the Chief Engineer, hands in pockets, not look in the least peturbed.
No, he’s not Scottish. To be honest, I’m not sure where he comes from, I hadn’t the time to get acquainted in the shot time we’ve all been aboard.
He sees me coming. I’m surprised he knows who I am.
“Captain send you?”
He broke away from one of his assistants, and turned towards me.
“He could have just asked you himself?”
He shook his head. “He doesn’t work like that. Prefers the personal touch.”
“Everything and nothing. New modifications are not infallible, so it’s just a glitch. The builders are on it, so we’ll have an answer soon.”
“Doesn’t pay to have opinions, only answers.”
A wave from the other side of the room was accompanied by a change in the strobing lights, and a different sound.”
“Good news,” he said. “By the time you bet back to the bridge, everything will be fine.”
The activity hadn’t lessened given the resolution. “You sure?”
“Nothings written in stone. Try crossing your fingers.” With that he left me, and I headed towards to the lift.
© Charles Heath 2020