Аннотация
Robert A. Heinlein
Farmer in the Sky
1. Earth
Our troop had been up in the High Sierras that day and we were late getting back. We had taken off from the camp field on time but Traffic Control swung us 'way east to avoid some weather. I didn't like it; Dad usually won't eat if I'm not home.
Besides that, I had had a new boy shoved off on me as co-pilot; my usual co-pilot and assistant patrol leader was sick, so our Scoutmaster, Mr. Kinski, gave me this twerp. Mr. Kinski rode in the other copter with the Cougar Patrol.
"Why don't you put on some speed?" the twerp wanted to know.
"Ever hear of traffic regulations?" I asked him.
The copter was on slave-automatic, controlled from the ground, and was cruising slowly, down a freight lane they had stuck us in.
The twerp laughed. "You can always have an emergency. Here—I'll show you." He switched on the mike. "Dog Fox Eight Three, calling traffic—"
I switched it off, then switched on aga...
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