"FWLS51" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

the money. "What should I do now, Mitch?"

"Ah, just get a cab and go home. You should tell your wife
about your experiments wearing her clothes, though. Have
strength, you'll pull through."

The pilot shook my hand, and wandered off into the rain.
Poor guy. I walked back to the rented rover, checking my watch :
three minutes flat. Longer than normal, but hey, I'm just
getting BACK to normal, remember?

"The pilot won't be bothering us," I boasted. "We can use
the shuttle and get up to the top of the tower, or better yet, go
higher and set it off in the air. It'll take effect faster that
way."

"Good," Benton nodded. "Now, who's going to pilot the
shuttle?"

"Why, the pilot, silly. We certainly don't know how, so
I'll just have him pilot... the..." I trailed off, realizing what
I was saying. "Errr."

I looked in the rain, searching for the recently confessed
transvestite pilot. He was gone, sucked into the steady
waterflow of C'atel.

"This isn't a problem," I said. "Okay. Umm. Jody? Have
you ever flown one of these?"

"No," she said.

"Good! You can fly us up there then."

"I said no," she repeated.

"I know you said no," flashing her my most manic smile,
which was quite appropriate; I was nervous beyond all belief,
unable to handle the concept of failing in this gag. "You can
fly by the seat of your pants if you have to. We HAVE to get up
there."

*

The shuttle shook, colliding with another building. Glass
shattered.

"Sorry!" Jody said, frantically scanning the controls for
the XY axis modifier. "Just 'flying by the seat of my pants', as
it were."