"More power," whispered Docchi.
Sweating, Jordan obeyed.
Marionettes. This string led toward a certain action. Another, intrinsically more important, but suddenly far less powerful, pulled for something else. Circuits burned within electronic brains. Micro-relays fluttered under the stress.
Choice....
Stiffly the geepees moved and grasped the tank. The quality of decision, in this case, was strained. Inch by inch the tank rolled up the ramp.
"When it's completely on, raise the ramp," Docchi whispered to Jordan in an even lower voice.
One geepee wavered and fell. Motionless, it lay there. The remaining four were barely equal to the task.
"Now," said Docchi.
The freight ramp began to rise. The tank picked up speed as it rolled into the ship.
"Geepees, save yourselves!" shouted Docchi.