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| bouncing:� captain sojure, he was all right, but I remember right out of atmosphere, when zero G kicked in, he'd always take out of his space suit pocket this purple ball, start throwing it around the cockpit.� he could bounce it off of ten surfaces, controls, HUD, the airlock, and have it come right back to his hand.� but we'd be trying to set pattern for orbit, start satellite deployment, and the captain would be throwing this ball around like a kid on christmas morning.� some theory in school about how in certain conditions the collisions of objects of super-dense mass, quasars, white dwarves, would not collapse or combine, but, well, bounce, like that little ball of his.� crazy captain, probably on some rubber world right now, frictionless dances with aliens. | ||