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He kept walking, ignoring the rats that scampered over the rubble. "Barhop to Barbell," said the soft voice near his ear. "No sign of activity from the Nipe. So far, you haven't triggered any of his alarms." "Barbell to Barhop," Stanton whispered. "What's he doing?" "Still sitting motionless. Thinking, I guess. Or sleeping. It's hard to tell." "Let me know if he starts moving around." "Will do."
The tunnel stretched out before him on and on. Around him was the smell of viciousness and death. Ahead ... It goes on to infinity, Stanton thought, ending at last at zero. "Barbell," said a voice near his ear, "Barhop here. Do you read?" It was the barest whisper, picked up by the antennae in his shoes from the steel rail that ran along the tunnel. "Read you, Barhop." "Move out, then.
You've got a long stroll to go." Stanton started walking, keeping his feet near the rail, in case Barhop wanted to call again. As he walked, he could feel the slight motion of the skin-tight, woven elastic suit that he wore rubbing against his skin. And he could hear the scratching patter of the rats.
No, there isn't much doing except that some of the girls are rehearsing for the soul kiss contest, but I personally do not have to advertise. "What! Going? Say, on your way down tell the barhop to mix me up a life preserver in a rose glass."
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