I pulled at the emergency switch again. Dead....
"Snap, we must get down. The signals."
Coniston's voice came like a scream from the grid. "Hahn is dead. The controls are broken!"
I shouted, "Miko, hold Anita! Come on, Snap!"
We clung to the ladders. Snap was behind me. "Careful, Gregg! Good God!"
This dizzying whirl. I tried not to look. The deck under me was now a blurred kaleidoscope of swinging patches of moonlight and shadow.
We reached the deck. It seemed that from the turret Anita's voice followed us. "Be careful!"
Once inside the ship, our senses steadied. With the rotating, reeling heavens shut out, there were only the shouts and tramping steps of the panic-stricken crew to mark that there was anything amiss. That, and a pseudo sensation of lurching caused by the pulsing of gravity—a pull when the Moon was beneath our hull to combine its forces with our magnetizers; a lightening, when it was overhead. A throbbing, pendulum lurch!
We ran down to the corridor incline. A white-faced member of the crew came running up.
"What's happened, Haljan? What's happened?"