"Now they have a phantom to chase and this is not a phantom!"
The news conference. Chris Kraft and three friends sit down and meet the press, "Yes, there is enough oxygen."
"If you have to land in the Atlantic..."
"Yes, next time there will be a reassessment.... I would not hesitate to rely on any ship of opportunity...."
And as the questions become tougher...
A small voice from the television crew says: "All I hear is me!"
"I don't hear you. Mission Control."
And the four men from NASA continued explaining what went wrong, nodding to one another, restraining panic in their faces, blanching, passing on information to the hungry American public... in absolute silence.
A television picture consists of a million tiny flecks of jumping grey dots. The set squarked.
"A little problem here... here HERE HERE HEREHERE!"
The voice was caught in a nelectronic echo chamber and the overlapping, intensified HEREHERE is finally cut off by two horizontals converging on the center of the set... ZAP!
BZZZAAAAZZZ!
NASA men have't got the word.
Boston breaks in: "Obviously audio difficulties at the point of origin."
The NASA 4 mouth on.
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