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In the quiet of the control stations, final measurements are taken, and correlated.

The Flying Castle has reached its “apogee” for this portion of the flight. It is time for the roller coaster to head downhill.

With a final check on the alignments, the roar of the mighty throats of tame Nuclear Dragons is muted to a distant vibration as the rotating habitats are illuminated by dozens of actinic flares.

The distant tiny Moon seems almost to quicken its retreat from this buzzing insect, as it rounds the course of its endless race.

Rocking back gently under the added thrust of the Nuclear Rocket Engines, the three habitats maintain a vertical orientation to the combined vectors. Nothing spills, No one awakens.

Only the birds are stilled, observing for a moment as the situation seems to hold a portent of hazard, and then resume their ceaseless activity.

The Flying Castle is on the move ... toward Mars.