Standing there alone, The ship is waiting. All systems are go. "Are you sure?" Control is not convinced, But the computer Has the evidence. No need to abort. The countdown starts. Watching in a trance, The crew is certain. Nothing left to chance, All is working. Trying to relax Up in the capsule "Send me up a drink." Jokes Major Tom. The count goes on... 4, 3, 2, 1 Earth below us Drifting, falling. Floating weightless Calling, calling home... Second stage is cut. We're now in orbit. Stabilizers up, Runnning perfect. Starting to collect Requested data.
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