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Apparently they'd examined and repaired the short wave communicator from the helicopter they'd knocked down. Shortly after sundown, said the news report, a call had come through on a military short wave frequency. It was a human voice, first muttering bewilderedly and then speaking with confusion and uneasiness. The message had been taped and now was released to the public.
Were they the degenerate dregs of a once intelligent species? Or were they animals, akin to man, but still animals? The ape-things had controlled the night of the desert world. And they had been met again also in the dark in the ruins of the city which had been the final goal of the ship's taped voyage. So they were a part of the vanished civilization.
He'd destroyed the records and archives of the secret political police.... Many people on Tralee already blessed him, without knowing who he was. There might yet be hope of better days. But all things end, even journeys at excessively great multiples of the speed of light. The overdrive timer rang warning bells. Taped breakout notifications sounded from speakers throughout the ship.
"When the Patrol arrives, you put in your claim. I'll back you." "You can't." "That's where you're mistaken," Hume told him crisply. "I've already taped a full story back at the spacer it's on record now." Vye frowned. The Hunter seemed determined to ask for the worst the Patrol or the planet police back on Nahuatl could deal out.
The coordinates were taped into the computers of the waiting Patrol ship, as the preparations for launching were made. It could not be coincidence. Somewhere on the surface of that tiny planetoid racing in toward the Sun they knew they would find Roger Hunter's secret. Below them, as they watched, the jagged surface of the asteroid drew closer.
And since we have a satellite guard in space, any ship landing would be taped and recorded. No such record appeared on the Guild screens. One small spacer such as Wass' could slip through by knowing procedure just as he did. But to land all those beasts and equipment they'd need a regular transport. No this must be native." Hume leaned forward again, flipped a switch.
I cannot tell what I expected; a million's worth of diamonds might perhaps have pleased me; my cheeks burned, my heart throbbed to bursting; and lo! there was disclosed but a trayful of papers, neatly taped, and a cheque-book of the customary pattern. I made a snatch at the tray to see what was beneath; but the captain's hand fell on mine, heavy and hard.
Well above the planet Hume spun a dial to bring in the image of the wide stretches of continents, the small patches of seas. They would set down on the western land mass. Its climate, geographical features and surface provided the best site. And he had the very important co-ordinates for their camp already taped in the directo. "That's Jumala."
"He's another of the really good men you picked for government service." "I trust Halliday implicitly, but he's carrying a big load so I'm glad you came directly to me, Senator. Exactly what is the trouble?" "In plain words, there have been some bad leaks out of Taber's office. There is in existence a taped recording of a meeting." Porter was aghast.
The computer considered Jesperson's plea a few moments, reviewing the brief which the lawyer had taped and fed to the computer earlier. Time passed. Then the green panel lit, and the words, APPLICATION GRANTED. Alan smiled. Bryson had been defeated; Max's money was his. Money that could be turned toward intensified research on the hyperdrive. "Well, son?" Jesperson asked.
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