"Maybe the Engineers," said Evans.
"That's it," nodded Caroline. "The Engineers can tell us. They know the way to do it. All we have to do is follow their instructions.”
"But," protested Kingsley, "could we understand? It would involve mathematics that are way beyond us.”
Caroline's voice cut sharply through his protest. "I can understand them,”
she replied, bitterly. "Maybe it will take a little while, but I can work them out, I've had… practice, you know.”
Kingsley was dumfounded. "You can work it out?”
"I worked out new mathematical formulas, new space theories out in the ship," she said. "They're only theories, but they ought to work. They check in every detail. I went over them point by point.”
She laughed, with just a touch of greater bitterness.
"I had a thousand years to do it," she reminded him. "I had lots of time to work them out and check them. I had to do something, don't you see?
Something to keep from going crazy.”