This is the first section of the fourteenth chapter of Sonnets from a Proton. The novel starts here.
The next section is here.
Malka  strapped herself in as the final alarm finished sounding then waited  for the inevitable pounding from the launch. The first one was always  the worst she told herself. Of course this would work. It had to work.  If it didn’t work she wouldn’t last long. She felt a shudder as the  craft broke free of its underwater restraints and felt oddly light and  seasick as it bobbed on its way to the surface. The whole ship lurched  as the Oppenheimer broke the surface from its submarine hiding and rose  above the waves. Seeing daylight for the first time since she was sunk  all those years ago. Would this work, would the salt water have damaged  the shock absorbers? Her maintenance crews insisted they would be fine.  Any second now she would know. The pusher plate was just still  submerged, only seconds left. She looked out at the display showing  their support platform. In a few seconds time that would be nothing but  flying debris. What a waste she thought. But better than launching from  land though.
Half way through her next thought her every organ shifted inside her. They were off.
 
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