THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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Plata Spaceport and he watched Terra dwindle away. It had been two
months to Litchfield when he boarded the /City of Asgard/ at the port of
the same name on Odin. It had been two hours to Litchfield when the
/Countess Dorothy/ rose from the airship dock at Storisende. He had had
all that time, and now it was gone, and he was still unprepared for what
he must face at home.

Thirty minutes to Litchfield.

The words echoed in his mind as though he had spoken them aloud, and
then, realizing that he never addressed himself as sir, he turned. It
was the first mate.[Pg 6]

He had a clipboard in his hand, and he was wearing a Terran Federation
Space Navy uniform of forty years, or about a dozen regulation-changes,
ago. Once Conn had taken that sort of thing for granted. Now it was
obtruding upon him everywhere.