His hand slammed down on the activating key.
An instant later, having felt no sensation of acceleration, they were floating weightlessly in the cabin of the little Enterprise.
“The qualities of radar,” Garr Symm said, “exist in their totality in a universe of extension. Time, actually is a drawback to radar, [p 114] necessitating a duration-lag between sending and receiving. Therefore, Ramar Chind, radar behaves perfectly in hyper-space, as you see.”
“Yes,” Ramar Chind said, floating near the radar screen aboard the Dog Star. At its precise center was a bright little pip of light.
The Enterprise….
“But don’t we do anything except follow them?” Ramar Chind said after a long silence.
Garr Symm smiled. “Does it really matter? You see, Chind, time actually stands still for us here. Duration is purely subjective, so what’s your hurry?”
Ramar Chind licked his lips nervously and stared fascinated at the little pip of bright light.
Which suddenly dipped and swung erratically.
“What is it?” Margot asked. “What’s the matter?”