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“Sideways?” Elara blinked.

The chamber vibrated. A deep, resonant voice—like a landslide apologizing—rumbled through her bones. big booster

“Increase to forty percent.”

“Big Booster,” she said, her voice echoing. “What’s your dream?” “Sideways

Three weeks later, the world watched on every screen as the Big Booster was strapped to the back of a reinforced, bathtub-shaped barge the size of a stadium. They called it The Unsinkable Dream . The ocean around Cape Canaveral was a churning froth of nervous Coast Guard cutters and news helicopters. “Increase to forty percent

It began to hydroplane. No, it began to aeroplane . The barge lifted out of the water entirely, skimming on a cushion of superheated steam and pure defiance. It crossed from Florida to Portugal in eleven minutes. It circled the Azores just for fun, carving a spiral of vapor into the clouds.

The Big Booster laughed—a deep, joyous boom that cracked windows in Miami.