revealing a serial port. "You can connect it there. The wiring's in place."
Vance twisted and checked their coordinates. They were now at latitude 56 degrees, longitude 109 degrees, headed over central Canada. "Incidentally, so much for North American air defenses. No radar interrogations whatsoever."
"That's because of our Stealth design," Androv said. "We have almost no radar signature. Not only are we a menace to the world, we're invisible."
Vance floated down and settled into the central G-seat. The more he learned about the Daedalus, the more unset¬tling he found it. What should they do with this monster? Maybe turn it over to the UN as a monument to technology gone amuck, to high-tech excess. At last, he thought, man has achieved the ability to move anywhere on the planet, at speeds as fast as the laws of physics will allow, and do it invisibly. Maybe it should be called the Shadow.
"Okay." Eva interrupted his thoughts. "I've finished ty¬ing in the Zenith. We're about to go live from the top, gentle¬men, the very top. I'm going to send the protocol to every wire service in the world. What better credibility than to be downlinked live from space?"
Vance looked at the picture from the nose camera. They were over the Atlantic now, which meant they'd soon be passing over the Soviet Union, with line-of-sight horizons that stretched from Europe to Asia.
"Why settle for print?"