THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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"You're one. General superintendent. Mack, you and Schalk are a couple
of others. You just keep a day ahead of your men in learning the job,
you'll do all right."

Vibart turned to Jacquemont. "You know, Yves, he'll do it," he said. "He
doesn't know how impossible this is, and when we try to tell him, he
won't believe us. You can't stop a guy like that. All right, Conn; deal
me in."

"I won't let anybody be any crazier than I am," Jacquemont declared, and
then looked around the vastness of the empty ship with its lacework of
steel. "All you need is about ten million square feet of decks and
bulkheads, and air-and-water system, hydroponic tanks and carniculture
vats, astrogation and robo-pilot equipment, about which I know very
little, a hyperspace pilot system, about which I know nothing at all....
Conn, why don't you just build a new Merlin? It would be simpler."