I put my face up to it.
Moya got me through the lock and onto an acceleration couch. Then he headed for the panel. I was beginning to feel a desperate weakness, but my head was still clear.
"Wait a minute," I said. "What's your gee tolerance?"
"High, but—"
"So strap me and raise this couch to vertical. Then override the auto and take us up fast."
He blinked.
"Listen," I said. "This feels like a neuro-toxin. Remember snake-bite aid? Well, the numbness is up to my groin now. No place for a tourniquet. And nothing here for freezing."
It was strange going up. I blacked out almost immediately, but Moya took it flat and apparently stayed alert all the way.
"Space!" I managed to gasp finally. "Any more of that sort of thing and I'd have ended up stupid."
Then there was utter confusion.