Pete basked in the shared male moments. "What was it you were telling me about hyperspace yesterday?"
Murph told him more about hyperspace, the untapped dimension which had to exist, the magic hole in space into which a ship would slip someday and emerge not in new systems but new galaxies. "When we find hyperspace and get the photon drive—then we'll really be making it."
"Think we ever will?"
"Sure we will."
That was it. Sure we will. He lay and gazed into the sky. How far did it go? Someday he would be up there.
The radio pulsed again, and he told himself he didn't feel it. He rolled around and looked at Murph. He might as well ask his important question.
"Murph—are you gonna take me up?"
"Shoot, kid, I can't burn juice just taking one guy for a joyride."
"How about if you get a full load except one? Couldn't I sit in?"
Murph thought about it. "Well, you've been a lot of help and company, and you're a smart kid, too. I'll do it."