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metres. You just get in it, and well, fall, and plop out at the bottom.’
    ‘And to get back?’
    ‘Vacuum.’
    ‘What, sucked back up?’
    ‘Yes. I must say that in some areas, technology is not making great leaps forward. But then again, there is little use for teleporting, except for missions like this one, so I suppose no one is doing any research into it.’
    ‘It’s not really teleporting then, is it?’
    ‘Probably an exaggeration, yes.’
    ‘So you have to get the shuttle very close to where you’re going to, um, drop me. That might attract a few spectators.’
    ‘Luckily, our cloaking technology is far better than the teleport, especially at night, so the shuttle will be totally invisible to the naked eye and also to the very basic aircraft detection systems they have on Earth.’
    ‘What do they use?’
    ‘Radar.’
    ‘Never heard of it.’
    ‘It’s a system that uses radio waves that bounce off solid objects.’
    ‘I’ve never heard of radio waves either, so it must be prehistoric technology.’
    ‘It is. In any case, our shuttle absorbs all types of modulation, electronic waves and radiation, so unluckily for humans, their radio waves don’t get to bounce off our little craft.’
    March pulled his THE from his pocket and entered, Radar . He glanced at the images and quickly read the introduction. ‘It’s absolutely archaic technology.’
    ‘Well, I imagine there’s quite a lot of very old technology in use on Earth, seeing as it has been locked away and isolated from the Twelve Sun Systems for so long now. More coffee?’
    ‘Um, no thanks, I’m fine.’
    ‘It’s not very good, is it?’
    ‘I’ve had better, but after our launch, it has helped settle my stomach a little. Look, can I ask if you get used to launches like that?’
    Clikk laughed. ‘No, never. I much prefer flying Noorlac Interceptors, Hoogs or even hulking mining shuttles. But then again, I did sign up for some adventure, so I can’t complain when it comes along every now and then.’
    ‘Once was more than enough for me. Is the return flight as bad?’
    ‘Similar, but with a little extra bumpiness for a few seconds when the shuttle goes through the exit point.’
    ‘And crosses the exploding ballistic missile’s path.’
    ‘That’s the aim,’ Clikk laughed.
    ‘But you’d prefer to use modern force field ports, I would imagine.’
    ‘No argument there. Well, we should start on getting you to your destination,’ Clikk said, looking at his watch, and then getting up from his seat to head back to the front of the shuttle.
    ‘Um, yes, I suppose so.’
    Walking, stooped over, March followed Clikk and returned to the front seats of the shuttle. The sun was rising over the blue horizon of Earth. Clikk busied with his black book, and the occasional adjustment of a knob or button on his dashboard. ‘We will be in position to teleport you down in a little under two hours.’
    ‘Yes, ok,’ March replied. There was no other optional response available to him, so he busied with THE to pass the time. He searched for Abba yet again, and stumbled upon a new song.
    Ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?
    Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all
    Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall
    And I sit all alone impatiently
    Won't you please understand the need in me
    So, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?
    So, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?
    ‘What’s that?’ Clikk asked.
    ‘A musical group I’d like to meet on Earth.’
    ‘Can I see?’
    ‘Sure,’ March said, handing his THE centre coil book to him.
    Clikk watched the four group members, all dressed in white, as they sang. ‘Oh, they are marvellous! I’ve never heard anything like it.’ He watched until the end of the song, and instead of handing it back to March, asked, ‘is there more?’
    ‘Sure,’ March replied, somewhat surprised by Clikk’s enthusiasm. Just slide back and click a new song.’
    Clikk did, and then hesitated on his