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And I can't find a trace of it in the fertilizer chemicals or anywhere else. Somebody deliberately put it into those tanks." "Why?" Pietro asked. We'd filled him in with the rough details, but it still made no sense to him. "Suppose you tell me, Dr. Pietro," Muller suggested. "Chromazone is a poison most people never heard of. One of the new scientific nuisances."
Her face was white and sick, and she had to try twice before she could speak. "The plants!" she gasped out. "Poison! They're dying!" It was chromazone again. Muller had kept most of the gang from coming back to hydroponics, but he, Jenny, Pietro, Wilcox and myself were enough to fill the room with the smell of sick fear. Now less than half of the original space was filled with healthy plants.
"I checked the valves, and this sick section is isolated. But if chromazone got into the chemicals.... Better get your spectroanalyzer out, Hal, while I get Captain Muller. Paul, be a dear and find Hendrix, will you?" I shook my head, and went further down the rows. "No need, Jenny," I called back. I pointed to the shoe I'd seen sticking out from the edge of one of the tanks.
From one of the healthy tanks, he took green leaves. He mashed the two kinds together on the edge of a bench and watched. "If it's chromazone, they've developed an enzyme by now that should eat the color out of those others." In about ten seconds, I noticed the change. The green began to bleach before my eyes. Jenny made a sick sound in her throat and stared at the rows of healthy plants.
She shook her head again. "No about a quarter of them. I was coming for help when the fight started. They're all bleached out. And it looks like like chromazone!" That really hit me. They developed the stuff to fight off fungus on Venus, where one part in a billion did the trick.
He went through the door at an awkward shuffle, heading for his galley. Muller shook his head, and turned toward me. "Check up, will you, Mr. Tremaine? And I suggest that you and Mr. Peters start your investigation at once. I understand that chromazone would require so little hiding space that there's no use searching for it. But if you can find any evidence, report it at once."
We've got to get more seeds planted, and fast. Better keep word of this to ourselves. We " A shriek came from Jenny then. She'd been busy at one of the lockers in the chamber. Now she began ripping others open and pawing through things inside rubber-gloves. "Captain Muller! The seeds! The seeds!" Hal took one look, and his face turned gray. "Chromazone," he reported.
And yet, there seemed to be a chain of rumor that exchanged bits of information. Only the crew could have seen the dead plants being carried down to our refuse breakdown plant; and the fact it was chromazone poisoning must have been deduced from a description by some of our group. At any rate, both groups knew all about it and a little bit more, as was usual with rumors by the second day.
"Every bag of seed has been filled with a solution of chromazone! They're worthless!" "How long before the plants here will seed?" Muller asked sharply. "Three months," Jenny answered. "Captain Muller, what are we going to do?" The dour face settled into grim determination. "The only sensible thing. Take care of these plants, conserve the air, and squeeze by until we can reseed. And, Dr.
He knew it was dangerous without gloves; he suspected chromazone, even though none's supposed to be on board. And I warned him . . ." "Not against this, you didn't," I told her. I dropped to my knees and took another pair of gloves. Hendrix's head rolled under my grasp. The skull was smashed over the left eye, as if someone had taken a sideswipe at Hendrix with a hammer. No fall had produced that.
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