‘Luath, this is Kinnegad, launch is GO.’
‘Copy’ …did I leave the gas hob on?
‘Luath, Kinnegad, liftoff at three minutes.’
…I had eggs for breakfast, but did I turn it off?
‘Luath, Kinnegad, do you copy?’
‘Copy’ …it must be off.
‘Sullivan, your BP is 140, BPM 186, is everything okay?’
‘Roger’ …I think it’s off.
‘Luath, Kinnegad, Thrust is GO, all engines.’
It might be on… ‘Kinnegad, Luath, abort mission, press to ATO.’
An Roinn Ultra - Irish Science Fiction 