026: Ride Sharing: The Next Generation

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"We just passed Jupiter," I said, watching the giant pass, roiling with storms, by the starboard window. "Again."

"Yeah," he said, not turning from the cockpit controls. "It's called a gravity assist."

I checked my watch. The conference was set to begin in two hours. At our current rate of speed, I might make it to Proxima Centauri in five years.

"Could you just make the jump? I'm kind of in a hurry." The kid grimaced.

"You have any idea what jumping from this speed will do to my fuel ratios?" I sighed. Next time, I'd just take the bus.

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