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’
Okay
.
’
Dallas
was
thumbing
controls
.
’
Line
us
up
and
stand
by
to
dock
.
’
Instrumentation
hummed
as
the
tug
adjusted
its
attitude
with
respect
to
the
mountain
of
metal
and
plastic
.
Ripley
threw
a
switch
,
and
the
tug
locked
itself
in
position
backside
first
to
the
dull
mass
of
the
refinery
.
’
Positioned
,
’
she
said
.
’
Bring
us
in
.
’
Dallas
watched
a
certain
readout
intently
,
fingers
poised
over
a
rank
of
red
buttons
.
’
We
’
re
moving
.
’
Ripley
’
s
attention
was
focused
on
two
screens
at
once
.
’
Distance
shrinking
.
Twenty
.
.
fifteen
.
.
set
.
’
She
hit
a
switch
.
Dallas
depressed
the
red
controls
.
’
Engines
cut
and
primaries
compensated
for
.
We
have
inertial
stability
.
Activate
the
hyperdrive
lock
.
’
’
Activated
,
’
Ripley
informed
him
.
’
We
’
re
tied
together
.
’
When
activated
now
,
the
Nostromo
would
generate
a
hyperdrive
field
of
sufficient
size
to
include
the
refinery
.
It
would
travel
with
them
,
enveloped
in
that
mysterious
manifestation
of
nonreality
that
enabled
ships
and
men
to
travel
faster
than
light
.
’
Set
course
for
Earth
,
’
Dallas
ordered
crisply
.
’
Then
fire
up
the
big
one
and
get
us
up
to
light
plus
four
,
Ripley
.
’
’
With
pleasure
.
’
’
Course
computed
and
locked
in
,
’
said
Lambert
a
moment
later
.
’
Time
to
go
home
.
’
Then
,
to
herself
,
’
Feets
,
get
me
out
of
here
.
’
