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Blalok waved a friendly good night and left the lights on long enough for Kennon to make his way to his quarters. Alexander was seated in a heavily upholstered chair listening to a taped symphony in the stereo, his eyes half closed, an expression of peace on his face. An elderly Lani stood beside him. It was a comfortable picture.
"It should be," Blalok replied. "It furnishes all of our Lani for replacement and export. It can turn out over a thousand a year at full capacity. Of course we don't run at that rate, or Flora would be overpopulated. But this is a big layout, like you said. It can maintain a population of at least forty thousand. Old Alexander had big ideas." "I wonder what he planned to do with them?"
You'll be surprised at what we've uncovered." He made his muscles relax, and forced himself to speak naturally. Copper, he noted, was still rigid with terror. The Alexanders any of them were everything he had said they were. They were the masters here. And despite Copper's boast, she was as susceptible to their influence as any other Lani.
We discovered quite a bit from the experimental station you left us when you disappeared ten years ago. But we stopped when we found the age that was being indoctrinated with Lani tabus. We could have gone farther, but I didn't think it was necessary." "Didn't Douglas tell you?" Kennon asked curiously. "I told him when I turned him loose."
Kennon backed away, watching the humanoid's eyes for that telltale flicker of the pupils that gives warning of attack. The expression on George's face never changed. It was satisfied smug almost reflecting the feelings of a brute conditioned to kill and given an opportunity to do so. The Lani radiated confidence. Kennon shivered involuntarily.
Douglas asked querulously. There was fear in his voice. "Copper hit you on the head with a rock," Kennon said as he bent over and retrieved the torch, still burning near Douglas' feet. "The Lani?" Douglas' voice was incredulous. "Not a Lani," Kennon corrected. "She's as human as you or I." "That's a lie," Douglas said. "Maybe this spacer's a lie too.
Half an hour later, well fortified with a positional knowledge of Lani viscera, Kennon looked up at the redhead. She was still standing patiently, a statue of red-gold and bronze. "Get a smock and let's go," he said. "No wait a minute." "Yes, sir?" "What's your name? I don't want to say 'Hey you!" She smiled. "It's Copper Glow want my pedigree too?" "No it wouldn't mean anything to me.
"Which could also explain why an outworld species of agerone would be toxic. They tried to prolong Lani life and met with failure. Our plants are mutant forms." "Just as we are a mutant race," Brainard said, "or partly mutant." He sighed. "You have brought us a great deal of trouble, Kennon. You are bringing matters to a head.
He, with the powerful aid of the Queen Dowager Kaahumanu, abolished tabu, and his subjects cast away their idols, and fell into indifferent scepticism, the high priest Hewahewa being the first to light the iconoclastic torch, having previously given his opinion that there was only one great akua or spirit in lani, the heavens.
This isn't a Jac Kennon admiration society. I called you because I want to expand the Lani breeding program." "Why?" Jordan asked. Blalok stiffened. "You know my feeling about that, sir. I've never liked the idea of selling them. If that's what's in your mind " Alexander shook his head. "Simmer down," he said, as he seated himself at the head of the table. "There's going to be no selling.
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