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"What does the stuff do?" "It's a stimulant a nerve-stimulant. Enhances perception. It's made from a weed that grows only in dry, arid places comes from Epsilon Eridani IV originally, but the galaxy's biggest plantation is in the Sahara. It's habit-forming and expensive." "How much of it do you have to take to to get the habit?" Byng's thin lips curled in a cynical scowl. "One sniff.
He reflected that his grandfather would not have been disturbed about such a matter. That elderly pirate would have felt wholly at ease. It was his conviction that piracy was an essential part of the working of the galaxy's economic system.
Anybody would have thought a barbwire worm had crawled onto Joe Kivelson's chair seat under him. "Where'd you hear that?" he demanded, which is the Galaxy's silliest question to ask any newsman. "Tom, if you've been talking " "He hasn't," I said. "He didn't need to. It sticks out a parsec in all directions."
Hoddan, indeed, could remember him saying precisely, snipping off the ends of his words as he spoke: "I tell y', piracy's what keeps the galaxy's business thriving! Everybody knows business suffers when retail trade slacks down. It backs up the movement of inventories. They get too big. That backs up orders to the factories. They lay off men.
In the millennia before then, he had a job to do, helping to guide this galaxy's intelligences as those who went before had intended. He felt an amusement like Kranath's, but this time it was his own. Humans had established the Empire and thought themselves and their vitality supreme; but the Traiti supplied the gods, the subtle guidance.
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