"No, no, no!" said Lipton, waving his hand madly. Across the room, three technicians glanced at each other and sighed. Grudgingly, they keyed in a full-track restart and waited while the optical chips realigned at the beginning. Above them on the wall. Honey Brighton’s smiling visage hung motionless for a moment, only to be replaced by a flickering "re-racking" message. "At twenty-two zero-zero, I want a plus point four-five attack." continued Witt, "with an EC modulation twist of about one-half."