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In flight Below her Piccadilly Circus was a theory of lights veiled by fog and clouds. Francine was surprised that she didn't suffer from vertigo, in fact she tried to locate her house, but from that height it was impossible. The airship went by accompanied by the hum of the four engines and she no longer made as much of an impression on the little girl as she did before her, when she approached the flying monster and boarded the spaceship. "Everything okay?" Jacques' voice came in a whisper. Francine didn't answer.
She thought about the theft of the flying ship and the letter to her parents, the abandoned school, and Mrs. Evans. She was amazed at what she had done: in a very short time she Phone Number Data had given a turning point to her life, even if she still didn't imagine that her amazing adventure awaited her at the end. For Jacques, as usual, everything had been easy, as if it really had been a child's game. Francine almost wanted to smile at the memory, but the tension she had only caused an incomprehensible grimace on his face. «The operation of the airship is simple, Francine», Jacques had begun when the little girl had climbed aboard by unhooking the last rope.
According to Archimedes' principle, a body immersed in a fluid receives a vertical thrust equal to…» «Jacques!», Francine interrupted him. «But do you think it's time for a physics lesson?» “I think you're right, sorry,” agreed the friend. “Tell me how this thing works before someone finds me and gets me arrested.” And so Francine had turned on the engines, heard the propellers turning, waited for the airship to rise into the sky, felt her stomach lurch – or maybe it was just the terror of her actions? – And she had seen Hampstead Heath getting smaller and smaller. Three hundred feet. “But how high do I have to go?” Five hundred feet. “Jacques?” A thousand feet.
She thought about the theft of the flying ship and the letter to her parents, the abandoned school, and Mrs. Evans. She was amazed at what she had done: in a very short time she Phone Number Data had given a turning point to her life, even if she still didn't imagine that her amazing adventure awaited her at the end. For Jacques, as usual, everything had been easy, as if it really had been a child's game. Francine almost wanted to smile at the memory, but the tension she had only caused an incomprehensible grimace on his face. «The operation of the airship is simple, Francine», Jacques had begun when the little girl had climbed aboard by unhooking the last rope.
According to Archimedes' principle, a body immersed in a fluid receives a vertical thrust equal to…» «Jacques!», Francine interrupted him. «But do you think it's time for a physics lesson?» “I think you're right, sorry,” agreed the friend. “Tell me how this thing works before someone finds me and gets me arrested.” And so Francine had turned on the engines, heard the propellers turning, waited for the airship to rise into the sky, felt her stomach lurch – or maybe it was just the terror of her actions? – And she had seen Hampstead Heath getting smaller and smaller. Three hundred feet. “But how high do I have to go?” Five hundred feet. “Jacques?” A thousand feet.
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