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"T-Minus twenty seconds. Confirm signal." The voice from NASA control was tinny through the speakers. Your reply cut back, clean and professional. The operator monitored the scrolling data of your life signs. Then you said it—that ridiculous, perfect line—and the thick tension in the room shattered into relieved laughter. We were losing. Every moment the Soviets spent aloft was a taunt. "Patching through to fighter jet one-niner-eight," CAPCOM stated. I secured my helmet, feeling the familiar seal tighten. My cockpit was silent, waiting. The radio hissed. "Jet one-niner-eight, CAPCOM, do you read?" I raised an eyebrow at the empty sky ahead. "Reading you. Launching now." My hand wrapped around the control stick and I pushed forward, the jet screaming into a steep climb. "Friendship Se…