"There is no way they can jettison that cargo either. Strange, isn't
it. Of all the other points in and around space, that ship has got to
pick Mars to smack into, and the only densely populated part of Mars
at that. Fate, I guess."
"Not so strange," said Goil. "It was enroute to Mars."
"Sure," I said, "but a course usually includes a series of corrections
for a haul like that."
Goil said, "No navigator-computer combination is good enough to plan a
one-shot course like that. It's just an unfortunate coincidence that
the industrial area is to be hit."
And those last words were just what I wanted to hear from him.
Willy knocked on the door and entered at Goil's request. Willy's face
was long, and the few steps that carried him into the room seemed to
draw on his last reserves of energy. He seemed a little grateful when
Goil bade him be seated.