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When these "dendrites" touch, communication is established; when this contact is broken, it is non-existent. To apply the analogy. On the other side, a communicator would also stretch out these mental arms, feeling about for something to grasp and cling to, something capable of receiving and transmitting the messages he desired to send.
Our dip-dial shows that we, keeping abreast the tramp, have dropped five hundred feet the last few minutes. Captain Purnall presses a switch and our signal beam begins to swing through the night, twizzling spokes of light across infinity. "That'll fetch something," he says, while Captain Hodgson watches the General Communicator.
Rodebush cut the communicator beam. "Does he mean it?" he demanded of Costigan. "It sounds reasonable, but...." "But fishy," broke in Cleveland. "Altogether too reasonable for a...." "Yes, he means it; every word of it," interrupted Costigan in turn. "That's the way they are. Reasonable, passionless.
Whatever more Jesus Christ may be, He is, by His life and words, the Communicator of divine and certain truth. He is a Teacher, though He is a great deal more. And whatever more Christian faith may be and it is a great deal more it requires, at least, the frank and full recognition of the authority of every word that comes from His lips. A Christianity without a creed is a dream.
Putting the asteroid into an orbit around earth was actually the most delicate part of the whole trip, but Rip wasn’t worried. He had the facilities of Terra base within easy reach by communicator. He dictated his data and let them do the mathematics on the giant electronic computers.
Rip disconnected and turned up his helmet communicator, repeating the conversation to his men. Koa came and stood beside him. "Lieutenant, how do we set off this next charge?" There was only one way. When the time came to blast, they would be too close to the sun to take to the boats. The blast had to be set off from the asteroid.
He knew that Sinclair was going through with his plan and he also knew that the Solar Guard would not pay any attention to anything he had to say. If, after three warnings, Sinclair didn't brake jets and bring his ship to a stop, he would be blasted out of space. He had to do something. "Where's the communicator?" asked Tom. "Over by the radar scanner." Sinclair eyed him suspiciously.
"If you need anything cooked, send it to us," Rip replied. "We have heat enough to cook anything, including tungsten alloy." He explained briefly what action they had taken. A new voice came on the communicator. "Foster, this is Colonel Stevens." Rip responded swiftly, "Yes, sir!" Stevens was the top Planeteer, commanding officer of all the Special Order Squadrons.
He was stuck with just that kind of duty now. But he fretted. The local officials were given time to get over their panic. They ought to be planning some counter-measure by this time. He called the spaceport office. "There should be a map of the city somewhere about," he said crisply. "Send it along special. Bring a communicator call-book. If you find any news-reports, new or old, we want them."
When the spinning slowed and then stopped, the Connie probably had decided that now was the time for a final try. "Where is the communicator?" Rip asked Koa. "One of the Connies has it." "Get it. I’ll notify Terra base of what happened." Koa found the Connie with the communicator, tested it to be sure the prisoner hadn’t sabotaged it, and brought it to Rip. "This is Foster to Terra base. Over."
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