For just a moment it seemed as if we were racing at an incredible speed through the orbit ... yet with astonishment we came to realize that there was no longer any movement; arrived we had.

I had always been convinced that the folks in show biz lived and worked in a chaotic environment of dark rooms surrounded by ever rising stashes of paper barely permitting a glimpse of pieces of 20th century melamine furniture. Pictures as testimonies of adolescent misconduct of present day stars and those who'd want to be pinned on white walls, John Player Special smoke lingering in the air.

Yet today we know how the commando bridge of progressive entertainment has to appear: communication zones, control center, ten forward, daylight and zero-gravity simulators in perfect harmony with space and time, shillering clarity in form and function, the fresh feeling of orbiting spearmint ... wow!

'Captain,... ?' 'Yes, Lieutenant.'
'shan't we simply stay here?'