The onboard computers were loaded with instructions for separation and landing. Now they are carrying out those instructions, insensitive to further advice from Earth. Approximately at the same time I drive through the cool California night to the Jet Propulsion Laboratory. The windows of the tall buildings sparkle with lights. The parking lots are full.
People hurry past in the darkness.
I walk quickly to the building where the Lander Imaging Team is housed. Many of my colleagues, scientists and engineers, are there. For all of us there is only waiting, and I realize that I would rather wait alone, away from forced conversation. The final descent begins. Conversation stops-an overwhelming silence.