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"We are doing the opposite alright," said the tour guide, "and I see no hope for an end."
"If the SDI ever becomes functional to defend us against missiles," I said, "it too will be just another Valkyrie then, that makes our situation still hotter. The more advantage we gain, the more we squeeze the Soviets into a corner. That is to no ones advantage. That's how we all lose."
"I agree," said Tony. "All these marvels that we have created will never provide any real solution."
"That's, because the real solution lies elsewhere," I said to Tony. "It lies in a totally different arena that nobody is looking at today, which is the arena where the Principle of Universal Love is uplifting mankind to a higher evaluation of its humanity. The renaissance Principle of the Advantage of the Other did this to some degree back in the 1600s."
"Uplifting ourselves to a higher evaluation of our humanity," Tony repeated. "Will we ever get to that?"
"Until we get there the Air Force is still needed," said our tour guide, and started his tour of the C-5 Galaxy. "The Air Force regards its effort as a way of buying us time, until a real solution can be found," said our tour guide, speaking in a loud voice now, so that some of the others nearby would hear it.
It occurred to me that the kind of discussions that we had might be forbidden in the services, where a person is required not to think, but to obey.
"How long do you expect that we will have to wait?" I challenged the tour guide.
An airman standing nearby seemed puzzled. Tony had introduced me to all the crew as a diplomat. He must have wondered about my diplomacy.
The tour guide never answered my question.
"Maybe the SDI should never be build either," said Tony. "Maybe we should stop the game."
"It is designed to be a defensive system," said the tour guide to Tony.
"Yes, I think you may be right. We need something badly that can protect us against nuclear missiles, until a real solution is found," I replied. "The SDI is designed to give us that protection."
"Unless it becomes another Valkyrie," said the tour guide, and tapped me on the shoulder. "In this case, I should ask you perhaps for how long that cycle of Valkyrie-building shall continue?"
The C-5 got under way long before the F-15 was even rolled out of the hangar. Tony stood on the tarmac watching us, as the flight crew was starting the engines.
"Turning Number One," the copilot announced...
"Stabilized at sixteen..." said the flight engineer.
"Turning Two..." "Turning Three..." "Turning Four..."
Tony waved to us when we began to roll. The airplane moved, as though it was propelled without effort. High up on the flight deck one couldn't feel the Herculean power of the engines that could rattle windows a mile away. It was rather quiet up there.
Even on the runway at 80% power, it was rather quiet. The behemoth quickly gathered speed. Fifty knots read the airspeed indicator, sixty, ninety, one-hundred-and-thirty.
"Rotate," said the captain.
The sky began to tilt as he moved the yoke back.
"Gear-up!"
"Gear's coming up, Skip."
"Climb established," said the engineer. "Airspeed 170 knots..."
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