by A.T. Sayre
There wasn't even a moment of light-headedness coming out of the jump. That in itself was something to get used to. Twenty-nine years of space travel made me instinctively anticipate those first few seconds after the return to normal space, when your vision blurs and the nausea rolls over you like a pulse. You learn to close your eyes and hold your breath because that helps.
But on the Chapman there's nothing. These new drives glide so smoothly from hyperspace back into the universe that they leave old hands like me gritting my teeth like a fool before I remember. All I can do till I break the habit is quietly let out the breath and open my eyes. And hope none of these kids on my crew noticed.
We came into the Mendri system more precisely than threading a needle. Re-entering normal space within the gravitational influence of the red dwarf forty-five million kilometers away, three million kilometers above the orbital plane. Mendri Prime, the planetoid that was our ultimate destination, was almost directly below us at -.03 on the y-axis. I couldn’t help but smile.