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Updated: May 13, 2025
Krim is a place of lively commercial activity, where an electronics engineer should easily find employment. It is said to be progressive and there is much organized research " "I wouldn't want to be a kept engineer, sir," said Hoddan apologetically. "I'd rather ... well ... putter on my own." "Impractical, but sensible," commented the ambassador. He turned a page. "There's Darth.
He'd written to the old gentleman and the emigrant fleet would have delivered the letter. He couldn't disappoint his grandfather! He morbidly accepted his attorneys' advice, and they arranged immediately to take over the forty-first as well as the forty-second and-third floors of the building their offices were in. Commerce would march on. And Hoddan headed for Darth.
With a built-in tool-steel cell to keep me from telling anybody how to make " He stopped and grimaced. "If they had time to build one in, that's certain! They'd take me to the spaceport in a sound-proofed can and I'd be hauled back to Walden in it. Fine!" "What are you going to do?" asked Fani anxiously. Hoddan's ideas were not clear. But Darth was not a healthy place for him.
It was his old friend Derec, arrived on Darth a long while since in the spaceboat Hoddan had been using ever since. Derec had been his boon companion in the days when he expected to become rich by splendid exploits in electronics.
It is natural enough to act hastily at such times. But still How many did you kill?" "None," said Hoddan curtly. "I shot them with stun-pistols I'd just charged in the control room of the landing grid." Don Loris sat up straight. "Stun-pistols?" he demanded sharply. "You used stun-pistols on Darth?" "Naturally on Darth," said Hoddan with some tartness. "I was here! But nobody was killed.
Then the angular metal framework of the landing grid rose dark against the sunrise sky. When they rode up to it. Hoddan reflected that it was the only really civilized structure on the planet. Architecturally it was surely the least pleasing. It had been built when Darth was first settled on, and when ideas of commerce and interstellar trade seemed reasonable.
He ignored the sky. Here on Darth he had no friends, but there were a number of local citizens now doubtless recovered from stun-pistol bolts and yearning to carve him up with large knives. He did not feel lonely, but the instinct to know where he was, was again in operation. The ground was rocky and far from level.
It was a gigantic traffic tangle, and Hoddan's boat drifted toward and into it. He'd counted a hundred ships long before. His count now passed two hundred and continued. Before he gave up he'd numbered two hundred forty-seven space-oddities swarming to make a whirling band a ring around the planet Darth. He was fairly sure that he knew what they were, now.
Hoddan grimaced. They'd been in store on the liner during the voyage. Normally they picked up a trickle charge from broadcast power, on Walden, but there was no broadcast power on the liner, nor any on Darth. They'd leaked their charges and were quite useless. The one in his pocket would be useless, too. He grimaced again and swerved to the building where the landing grid controls must be.
He closed the ship port gently and went up to the control room to call the landing grid operators. In minutes the captured liner, loaded down again, lifted toward the stars. And all the journey back to Darth was as anticlimactic as that. There was no trouble finding the space yacht in its remote orbit.
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