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The floor surged up below them; the accelerometer crawled up past twenty gravities and kept on going. The complaining cry of the Lanson could be heard throughout the ship now; its output could not keep up with the increasing acceleration. Peter felt as though it must be at least three gravities behind and lagging more and more.
The missile came on. Its slow, steady advance was maddening. Endowed with a fiendish sentience, it seemed to know that sooner or later it would win and therefore need not extend itself beyond its maker's design.