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This chalenge has been solved
Need something to puzzle over Have you been waiting to get your hands on a shiny Well then! Let me tell you a story… Her orbital capsule was poised to enter the atmosphere. As it shifted to break orbit, Alicia could never quite subdue the mad impulse to escape. This was just part of space travel, Alicia knew. The mind and the body simply hadn’t evolved to be able to handle this sort of thing. She gripped the arm-rests, and grit her teeth. Suddenly, her capsule veered left and a warning light on the central console lit up. She glanced up to find herself already performing corrective maneuvers, her rigorous training narrowly edging out her basic instinct. Precise maneuvers were necessary for her safe return home, and she had practiced them all thousands of times. Her hands were flying over the controls, seemingly without her conscious involvement. She always found it easiest if she relaxed, and let her mind wander. Alicia thought back to the caverns in which she grew up, down, down very deep within the caves. Her home had been at the end of a narrow passage, difficult to enter. There had been enough space for her, her elder brother and her baby sister to grow up, but only just. She had always dreamed of exploration, dreamed of escape, but never managed to get far before her nervousness forced her to return home. But she had finally done it. She had broken free. She was just about as far away from home as anybody had ever been. A buzzer went off to her right, which snapped her back into the here and now. The flight computer needed her to insert a memory card, containing atmospheric and weather data. She pulled it out of her pocket and plugged it into the computer in a single swift motion. The buzzer fell silent as the computer happily calculated trajectories through the least turbulent winds to return her safely to the surface. ... Several weeks later, Alicia was telling her niece what being an astronaut was like. She started talking about the control panel: her niece loved hearing about all of the buttons. “But Alicia, how do you know which buttons to push?” she asked. “I have had lots of training. You can think of it like a manual, kind of like a story. It tells me what buttons to push, and in what order.” “But what kind of buttons are they? And how are you sure?” her niece demanded. Alicia was silent for a few moments, trying to think of how to describing them. Finally, she spoke: “You know how a typewriter has buttons on it? And if you want to copy out a page from book, you push the same letter-buttons in the same order as they appear in the book? And then the letters all appear on the paper in the typewriter? It’s a little bit like that. My training is like the page I’m copying out, although the buttons I push are a little different. They aren’t the kind of buttons that make letters appear, but they’re enough to get me back safely — it’s the same idea.” Satisfied at last, her niece went to sleep.
Posted 04/24/15, edited 04/24/15
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*nods slowly* Edit: Also, I didn’t want to say anything earlier for fear it would give a hint. But I appreciate that her name is Alicia, like… Alicia Keys hahaha KEYS :D ... :) ..... :| I should sleep.
Posted 04/24/15, edited 04/24/15
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