Michael raises his eyebrows, then furrows them again. “I guess that keeps it from flying everywhere,” he says, “but it doesn’t seem very creative.”
He listens as carefully as he can to the shuttle’s audio communications that are being aired with the broadcast. He doesn’t understand what most of them mean, but their sound calls out to him, resonates inside him. The animated image of a spaceship switches momentarily to a taping of a large group of people watching the broadcast in public, gathered like they’re waiting for the ball to drop on New Year’s Eve. He’d hate to be in a crowd like that.
“How can any of them concentrate?” he wonders out loud.