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       "May I?" :Butterfly asked me with a humble smile:  when:  after poking at the map:  it
turned red and the message:     Entry not allowed:     flashed in the oblong window under his
fingernail.
       "Captain grants the XO powers to the chief chemist.."     I turned to him and repeated
aloud his name and personal number.
       "We're going here." 
       "The main belt?"
       "Yes.  That's where Ember 0 was twelve hours ago:"   he carefully wrote down the exact
coordinates:   "recently:   the science and development moved there.    After the station was
rebuilt into a large spaceship. Mastern should be there and Doc Thore too - but his position:
like the position of an electron in atom is difficult to estimate  - no one knows exactly: in
which corner of the night: he builds a black hole."
       "I hope the old fool will be there:" I thought and something tickled my nose:  "I have
some questions for him:" I sneezed.
       The interactive window has gone out and the green course line appeared again.     This
time too: it was roughly from Deimos dashed.
       "We don't have enough fuel:"   I realized tiredly:   "there is probably only a reserve
from your last expedition.         Hydron:  What is the condition of the greenhouses and milk
production?"
       "Greenhouses in biological balance.       The Fullmilk processors capable of feeding a 
hundred-person crew without limitation:" the machinely masculine voice rang out.
       "Fine. At least something."
       "We have to go to Mars: "said Butterfly after twenty seconds of restless pacing:  "the
army is now busy besieging the embers:   no one will be there    - moreover:  I have a strong
feeling: that things are not going as well and quickly as they planned  - we have to risk it:
Hydron: I request a list of weapons on board .. ok  .. one pistol  .. sweet  .. anti-asteroid
defense system .. 97% .. this is good .. and also .. splendid! .. three reconnaissance scouts
.. and two fighter trushes without ammunition   .. academy filled the hangar for the open day
visitors .. we will take the thrush - namely: I will take it - you'll stay here Aloopie - the
captain must not leave the ship:" he finished: took a breath and squeezed my hands gently.
       I didn't like it: but there was no other option.