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We will therefore now get in touch with the Callistonians and with our own people." Brandon seated himself before the communicator screen, and while the others packed themselves closely around his stool, he snapped on the visiray and turned the dials which directed that invisible, immensely complex beam through space.
There were eight gigantic shining cylinders in the air when he stopped and stood back, his eyes shining. A vast metal thing floated ponderously near. A port opened and a voice called down in the language the children used among themselves. Fran spoke back, remembering to turn on his sensory communicator. Fran talked briskly as if to himself. But it was standard sensory-communication practice.
The tractor snapped sheared off squarely by a sizzling plane of force and the fish-shaped cruiser faded from Cleveland's sight, just as the Boise had disappeared from the communicator plates of Radio Center, back in the Hill, when she was launched.
A good thing his equipment was shock-mounted, he thought. Otherwise the communicator would be knocked for a line of galaxies. "You all right, sir?" Santos called anxiously. "Yes. Are you?" "I’m fine. I think the others are over there." He pointed. "We’ll find them," Rip said. His hip hurt like fury from smashing against the unyielding metal, and the worst part was that he couldn’t rub it.
The communicator said suavely: "Med Ship Aesclipus Twenty! Come in on vision, please!" Calhoun went to the control board and threw on vision. "Well, what now?" he demanded. His screen lighted. A bland face looked out at him. "We have ah verified your statements," said the third voice from Weald. "Just one more item. Are you alone in your ship?" "Of course," said Calhoun, frowning.
"There are no novelties outside," she said quietly. "It looks like this is the only Plumie ship anywhere around. It could have been exploring, like us. Maybe it was looking for the people who put up Space-Survey markers." "Maybe," agreed Baird, using the communicator. "Is that stuff about falling into the sun correct?" "It seems so," said Diane composedly. "I'm checking again.
I felt it, too. And it made the blood rush into my ears." Graham moved toward the communicator, placing his hand on the switch. "And you're right. I'll have to report immediately. They don't really need telepathy. And certainly, they never required real evidence. A suspicion is sufficient, and they'd be very suspicious if I didn't notify the sector leader tonight."
By reflection? by knowledge? by conscious intuition? or by any form or modification of consciousness? These would be tidings indeed; but such as would pre-suppose an immediate revelation to the inspired communicator, and require miracles to authenticate his inspiration.
Yet after the struggle he'd overheard, and after Vale had been either subdued or killed, someone or something seemed to have picked up the communicator, and Lockley had heard squeakings, and then he had heard the instrument smashed. It was not easy to understand how the beam had been kept perfectly aligned while it was picked up and squeaked at.
Then he broadcast on old-fashioned amplitude modulation which a modern communicator would not pick up at all, and which therefore might be used by men in hiding. He worked for a long time. Then he shrugged and gave it up. He'd repeated to absolute tedium the facts that any Darians blueskins on Orede ought to know. There'd been no answer.
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