“When we come back, we’ll be rich.”

“You’ll be rich, boss,” Pancho said. “The rest of us’ll still be employees.”

Dan laughed. “You’ll be rich, too. I’ll see to that. You’ll be rich.”

“Or dead,” Pancho countered.

“One minute,” Amanda said. “I really think we should pay attention to the countdown.”

“You’re right,” said Pancho.

Dan watched it all on the displays of the control board. The fusion reactor lit up as programmed. Star-hot plasma began generating energy. Through the MHD channel it roared, where a minor fraction of that heat energy was turned into electrical power. The ship’s internal batteries shut off and began recharging. Cryonically-cold liquid hydrogen and helium started pumping through the rocket nozzles’ cooling walls. The hot plasma streamed through the nozzles’ throats.

“Ignition,” Amanda said, using the traditional word even though it was now without physical meaning.

“Thrust building up.” Pancho said. Dan watched the curves rising on the thrust displays, but he didn’t need to; he could feel weight returning, feel the deck gaining solidity beneath his feet.

“We’re off and running,” Pancho announced. “Next stop, the Asteroid Belt!”