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But he had something to work on, now. He hunted busily in the reference tapes. He came up with an explicit collection of information on exactly the subject he needed. He left the control-room to go down into the storage areas of the Med Ship's hull. He found an ultra-frigid storage box, whose contents were kept at the temperature of liquid air.
Cochrane heard the clanking of the airlock door. He made for the control-room, where the ports offered the highest and widest and best views of everything outside. When he arrived, Babs and Alicia stood together, staring out and down. Bell frantically worked a camera. Jamison gaped at the outer world.
He didn't drop back to the floor beside the chair he'd occupied. The floor rose to meet him. "I've had our baggage brought on board," said Babs, happily. "I'm going because I'm a stockholder! Hold on to something and climb those stairs if you want to see us go up! I'm going to be busy!" The physical sensations of ascending to the ship's control-room were weird in the extreme.
Maril watched Calhoun in a sort of despairing indecision. The four young blueskins still slept, still bound hand and foot upon the control-room floor. Murgatroyd regarded them, and Maril, and Calhoun in turn, and his small and furry forehead wrinkled helplessly. "They can't have landed what I'm looking for!" protested Calhoun as his search had no result. "They can't.
The ship had landed on bare stone, when Cochrane looked out the control-room ports. There had been trouble finding a flat space on which the three landing-fins would find a suitable foundation. It had taken half an hour of maneuvering to locate such a place and to settle solidly on it. Then the look of things was appalling.
Every room was connected through a series of tubular tunnels, along which force-propelled cars or elevators slid smoothly tubes whose walls fell together into air-tight seals at any point, in case of a rupture. As they made their way back to the great control-room room of the vessel, they saw something that because of its small size and clear transparency they had not previously seen.
When light objects in the control-room rattled slightly, he paid no attention. His rehearsal-studio had been rickety, back home. Babs seemed to be sleepless, too. There was next to no light where Cochrane was merely the monitor-lights which assured that the Dabney field still existed, though blocked for use by the substance of a planet.
Then he'd felt ignored and lonely and friendless on a strange and primitive world. He still had no friends, but he had already acquired some enemies and therefore material for more or less worthwhile achievement. He surveyed the sunlit scene about him from the control-room door. Thal, the purple-cloaked man, had brought two shaggy-haired animals around to the door of the warehouse.
"Hurts like fire, but I okay. You?" "I'm fine." "What we do now?" Rick saw the camels disappear behind a dune, then emerge again. It was a pretty, romantic picture, but one he couldn't appreciate. "We wait," he told Hassan. "We wait, and I guess we hope. There's nothing else we can do." The Cat Comes Back The hands of the control-room clock crept up to five.
He then talked briefly to Dunark in the hand-language, and handed the end of the line to Sitar, who held it while the two men explored the fragments of the strange vessel, gathering up various things of interest as they came upon them. Back in the control-room, Dunark and Sitar let their pressure decrease gradually to that of the terrestrial vessel and removed the face-plates from their helmets.
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