There was a murmur of low voices as each technician gave his notes to the recorders. No scribbling here, the voice itself with its inflection, its ejaculation, and its personal opinion under stress would be set down.
Then the master switch went home with a tiny flare of ionized gases—
And silently every panel went dead.
"Oh!" said Edith Ward in a solemn tone.
"Not yet," Barden objected. "This may be success."
"But—?"
"How do you hope to control a radio-controlled drone that is traveling higher than the velocity of propagation?"
"But how will you ever know?"
"When we—"