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"She's an interesting case. I've never seen space shock before. And the patient herself one would hardly believe she was a Betan." "She isn't," Kennon said. "So?" Blond eyebrows rose in inverted U's of surprise. "But that's hardly possible. Our tests indicate-" "Don't you think that this is a matter for Dr. Brainard?" Kennon said icily. "Protocol " "Of course.
He picked a contract form from one of the piles of paper on his desk and handed it to Kennon. "This is one of our standard work contracts. Take it back to your hotel and check it over. I'll expect to see you at this time tomorrow." "Why waste time?" Kennon said. "The rapid-reading technique originated on Beta. I can tell you in fifteen minutes." "Hmm. Certainly. Read it here if you wish.
Systemic treatment and cooking of all food had cleaned up the infective cercaria and individual infections, and after six months of intensive search, quarantine, and investigation, Kennon was morally certain that the disease had been eradicated. The last four reports confirmed his belief. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. Blalok was at last convinced that his ideas were right.
"Perhaps you're right. You usually are." "That's the virtue of being a man. Even if I'm wrong, I'm right." He chuckled at the peculiar expression on her face. "Now off with you and get that lunch basket packed." She bowed. "Yes, master. Your slave flies on winged feet to execute your commands." Kennon chuckled. Copper had been reading Old Doc's romances again. He recognized the florid style.
Possibly it was due to the fact that his father was the commander of a Shortliner and most of his formative years had been spent in space. To Kennon, accustomed to the timeless horror of hyper space, all planets were good, broad open places where a man could breathe unfiltered air and look for miles across distances unbroken by dually bulk heads and safety shields.
The rhythm was familiar and then he recognized it the unintelligible music he had often heard coming from the barracks late at night when no men were around the voiceless humming that the Lani sang at work. First there was Darkness starless and sunless Void without form darker than night Then did the Master Lord of Creation Wave His right hand, saying, "Let there be light!" Verse, Kennon thought.
They were passing across a series of fenced pastures and Kennon was impressed. The size of this operation was beginning to sink in. It hadn't looked so big from the substratosphere in Alexander's ship, but down here close to the ground it was enormous. Fields of grain, wide orchards, extensive gardens. Once they were forced to detour a huge supply boat that rose heavily in front of them.
But he apparently forgot to turn on his IFF. At any rate the missile lost you but found Douglas. Douglas was still talking to Alexandria when it struck." "He might have informed you," Kennon said. "If he had more time." "I doubt it. He ordered the missile first. He was trying to destroy you before you could destroy Outworld Enterprises. His motives were selfish as usual."
"When will you veterinarians ever learn to be organization men?" Alexander asked. "You're as independent as tomcats." Kennon grinned. "It's a breed characteristic, I guess." Alexander shrugged. "Perhaps you'll change your mind after you've worked for us." "Possibly, but I doubt it." "Tell me that five years from now," Alexander said "Ah here are the contracts."
"You didn't help any." "Why should we? Does one treat a shrake like a brother? or a varl? or a dog? We treat them like the animals they are. And we've done no worse with the Lani. Our consciences are clear." Kennon laughed humorlessly. "Yet this clear conscience makes you want to kill me, so you can keep on treating them as animals even though you know they're human." "I know nothing of the sort.
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