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Fresh
numbers
and
words
appeared
on
readouts
in
front
of
him
.
Kane
correlated
them
with
well
-
remembered
ones
imprinted
in
his
mind
.
’
Looks
okay
so
far
.
Give
us
something
to
stare
at
.
’
Lambert
’
s
fingers
danced
an
arpeggio
on
a
tightly
clustered
rank
of
controls
.
Viewscreens
came
alive
all
over
the
bridge
,
most
suspended
from
the
ceiling
for
easier
inspection
.
The
navigator
examined
the
square
eyes
closest
to
her
seat
,
frowned
immediately
.
Much
that
she
saw
was
expected
.
Too
much
was
not
.
The
most
important
thing
,
the
anticipated
shape
that
should
be
dominating
their
vision
,
was
absent
.
So
important
was
it
that
it
negated
the
normality
of
everything
else
.
’
Where
’
s
Earth
?
’
Examining
his
own
screen
carefully
,
Kane
discerned
blackness
speckled
with
stars
and
little
else
.
Granting
the
possibility
that
they
’
d
emerged
from
hyperspace
too
soon
,
the
home
system
at
least
should
be
clear
on
the
screen
.
But
Sol
was
as
invisible
as
the
expected
Earth
.
’
You
’
re
the
navigator
,
Lambert
.
You
tell
me
.
’
There
was
a
central
sun
fixed
squarely
in
the
middle
of
the
multiple
screens
.
But
it
wasn
’
t
Sol
.
The
colour
was
wrong
,
and
computer
-
enhanced
dots
orbiting
it
were
worse
than
wrong
.
They
were
impossible
,
improper
of
shape
,
of
size
,
of
number
.
’
That
’
s
not
our
system
,
’
Ripley
observed
numbly
,
giving
voice
to
the
obvious
.
’
Maybe
the
trouble
’
s
just
our
orientation
,
not
that
of
the
stars
.
’
Kane
didn
’
t
sound
very
convincing
,
even
to
himself
.
’
Ships
have
been
known
to
come
out
of
hyperspace
ass
-
backward
to
their
intended
destinations
.
That
could
be
Centauri
,
at
top
amplification
.
Sol
might
be
behind
us
.
Let
’
s
take
a
scan
before
we
do
any
panicking
.
’
He
did
not
add
that
the
system
visible
on
the
screens
resembled
that
of
Centauri
about
as
much
as
it
did
that
of
Sol
.
Sealed
cameras
on
the
battered
skin
of
the
Nostromo
began
to
move
silently
in
the
vacuum
of
space
,
hunting
through
infinity
for
hints
of
a
warm
Earth
.
Secondary
cameras
on
the
Nostromo
’
s
cargo
,
a
monstrous
aggregation
of
bulky
forms
and
metal
shapes
,
contributed
their
own
line
of
sight
.
Inhabitants
of
an
earlier
age
would
have
been
astonished
to
learn
that
the
Nostromo
was
towing
a
considerable
quantity
of
crude
oil
through
the
void
between
the
stars
,
encased
in
its
own
automatic
,
steadily
functioning
refinery
.
