"I suppose so," Somers answered vaguely.
"And you're responding to it like a stunned ox," Rajcik said. "Wake up, Captain! If you can't live with joy, at least try to extract some pleasure from your dying."
"Shut up," Somers said, with no heat. "Why don't you read a book or something?"
"I've read all the books on board. I have nothing to distract me except an analysis of your character."
Watkins returned to the cabin. "Well, I've activated your big electronic god. Would anyone care to make a burned offering in front of it?"
"Have you given it the problem?"
"Not yet. I decided to confer with the high priest. What shall I request of the demon, sir?"
"Give it all the data you can," Somers said. "Fuel, oxygen, water, food--that sort of thing. Then tell it we want to return to Earth. Alive," he added.
"It'll love that," Watkins said. "It'll get such pleasure out of rejecting our problem as unsolvable. Or b