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She
watched
nervously
as
it
continued
to
bubble
,
but
there
had
been
little
bleeding
.
It
finally
stopped
.
She
punched
the
small
computer
keyboard
,
waited
dumbly
for
the
readout
.
REAR
HATCH
DAMAGE
:
QUERY
.
ANALYSIS
:
MINOR
REDUCTION
OF
HULL
.
SHIP
INTEGRITY
NOT
COMPROMISED
.
ATMOSPHERIC
HOLDING
CAPACITY
UNIMPAIRED
.
SUFFICIENT
SEALANT
TO
COMPENSATE
OBSERVATION
:
REPAIR
DAMAGED
SECTION
AS
SOON
AS
DESTINATION
ACHIEVED
.
PRESENT
HULL
WILL
FAIL
INSPECTION
.
She
let
out
a
yell
,
then
moved
back
to
peer
out
the
rear
port
.
A
writhing
,
smoking
shape
was
tumbling
slowly
away
from
the
ship
.
Bits
and
pieces
of
charred
flesh
fell
from
it
.
Then
the
incredibly
tough
organism
finally
succumbed
to
the
laws
of
differential
pressure
and
the
alien
exploded
,
swelling
up
and
then
bursting
,
sending
particles
of
itself
in
all
directions
.
Harmless
now
,
the
smouldering
fragments
dwindled
from
sight
.
It
couldn
’
t
be
said
she
was
cheerful
.
There
were
lines
in
her
face
and
a
raped
place
in
her
brain
that
mitigated
any
such
possibility
.
But
she
was
composed
enough
to
relax
her
body
and
lean
back
in
the
pilot
’
s
seat
.
A
touch
on
several
buttons
repressurized
the
cabin
.
She
opened
the
catbox
.
With
that
wonderful
facility
common
to
all
cats
,
the
tom
had
already
forgotten
the
attack
.
It
curled
up
in
her
lap
as
she
sat
down
again
,
a
tawny
curlicue
of
contentment
,
and
started
to
purr
.
She
stroked
it
as
she
dictated
into
the
ship
’
s
recorder
.
’
I
should
reach
the
frontier
in
another
four
months
or
so
.
With
a
little
luck
the
beacon
network
will
pick
up
my
SOS
and
put
out
the
word
