From somewhere there was a buzzing sound. It kept repeating. The gentle throb of it vibrated his eardrums; the vibrations registered somewhere at the bottom edges of his brain. Buzzzz. Insistently, like a wasp. Like a trapped wasp.... But there were no wasps in the streamlined metal shell of Vanguard-I. Better answer , another part of his brain whispered. Better answer ... they want to tell you what to do.... God! Some sweat oozed from the dark bunches of his eyebrows, fogged the binocular eye-p