Muddlin' Through returns to Satan where there are:
stormclouds;
lightnings;
crazy winds;
volcanoes;
avalanches;
floods;
mountainous ocean waves torn to spume;
air nearly solid with rain, hail and flung stones;
one immense convulsion where it seems no ship may descend.
Atmosphere
strikes. The hull rings. Lightning explodes in darkness. Despite
interior regulators, the deck pitches, yaws, falls and rises. Lights
flicker. The computer, Muddlehead, keeps the ship in the safe region of a
hurricane that is a dead spot in a continental storm driving half an
ocean before it whereas the nineteen pursuing robot spacecraft, blown
away like dead leaves, are variously:
bounced around and cast aside;
peeled open;
broken apart by meteroidal matter;
drowned;
tossed against mountains.
Muddlin' Through, using cloud cover, returns aloft to fight the attacking cruisers that will be unable to detect her in the electric noise.
Each new description of Satan is as fresh as the last.
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