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Originally Posted by U49
running for 6 hours in the stormy winter night somewhere in the middle of ADxx 60 meters below the waves and THEN....
CO this is sonar: contact medium distance at 63 degrees
CO to sonar: identify
sonar to CO: ..... some kind of "UIIIIIIIIIIICK" It's either a new secret weapon or plain natural.
CO to sonar: Let's call it: a whale!  |
Red October again:
Seaman Jones: [
Jonesy is teaching Beaumont] Hear it now?
Beaumont: [
resigned] No.
Seaman Jones: Beaumont, at Caltech we used to do this in our sleep! You hear it now?
Beaumont: Wait a minute...
Seaman Jones: Uh oh...
Beaumont: Disparaged surface clutter...
Seaman Jones: Yeeeesssss?
Beaumont: I should go to SAPS?
Seaman Jones: Correct! Seaman Beaumont, Signal Algorithmic Processing System. Give it a week and you'll be teaching at Caltech. So, like Beethoven on the computer, you have laboured to produce... a biologic.
Beaumont: A what?
Seaman Jones: A whale, Seaman Beaumont, a whale. A marine mammal that knows a hell of a lot more about sonar, then you do. Train her around to 269 and lets try it again?