Yeah … the ‘planets’. Fun can begin. My optic gear-change blinks – too fast, it says, and I shouldn’t fly the first gear up to three-hundred. No, I shouldn’t. But I can. It makes a good world of difference. Especially, if you’re „up“. Good fix. Makes you faster, and more clever. Three-hundred-fifty. The engine will explode! Okay, okay. I’ve got enough senses to know when to stop. No need to panic. Second gear. Still a loud roaring, but not so dangerous. Somewhere a sigh of relief. As if all the shuttles surrounding me were sighing. Weakling.