 Mathematically, it's been an odds-on bet that somewhere in our galaxy there'd be another race with a civilization equal to or further advanced than ours. Nobody could ever guess where or when we'd meet them. It looks like we've done it now. Well, do you suppose they'll be friendly, Captain? Thank the Almighty for the blasters. Here they come in for us fast again, sir. Oh, pulling away again. Yes, I can read the beam. If you'll pardon, sir, the blasters are for meteorites, sir. They were never, were they, designed as space weapons? They can serve as pretty good ones.