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Updated: May 3, 2025
"For once, we won't cream it," said E. Billie Jackson, dryly, as Van Emmon laid down the can-opener. "We'll make an omelet out of it, and see if anything happens." She was already beating the eggs. He cut up the meat into small pieces, and when he was finished, took the egg-beater away from her. He turned it so energetically that a speck of foam flew into his face.
Like a very tired, sleepy child, she was led to a room in another part of the building, where she was shown an ordinary sleeping-cot. She promptly pulled the mattress onto the floor, where she considered it belonged, and fell fast asleep. Meanwhile, back on the earth, Van Emmon and Smith had lost no time in making use of the doctor's description of the twelve.
"When that sculpture was made, Mercury was little nearer the sun than the earth is now!" The builder was hugely impressed. He asked, eagerly: "Then probably the people became as highly developed as we?" Van Emmon nodded approvingly, but the doctor opposed. "No; I think not, Jackson. Mercury never did have as much air as the earth, and consequently had much less oxygen.
A moment and Van Emmon was able to look again, and as it happened, the craft was now circling the amazing thing it had just quit, so that the geologist could truthfully say that he was dead sure of what he saw. He was justified in wanting to be absolutely sure. Resting on the solid earth was a human head, about fifty yards wide and proportionately as tall.
And he recognized it as truth, as soon as she had said it. "Just a minute," remarked Smith in his ordinary voice; "just a minute. You're forgetting that we don't really know whether Rolla and Cunora are safe. Everything depends upon them now, you know." In silence the four went back into telepathic connection. Now, of course, Smith and Van Emmon were practically without agents.
Van Emmon noticed that they shook hands almost exactly as Americans would. "Things seem to be coming your way, my boy," said the bearded man, his keen eyes softening slightly. "I saw the paper this morning. Congratulations! She is one girl in millions. Has she fixed the date?" "No. Mona was rather taken by surprise to be frank with you, uncle."
Even a tiny baby will show no fear at the sight of it." "Which ought to prove," Van Emmon cut in to silence Smith, "that superiority is due to fire, rather than fire due to superiority, for the simple reason that a newborn child is very low in the scale of evolution." Smith decided not to say what he intended to say. Van Emmon concluded: "We've just got to give 'em fire! What's the first step?"
"Why," Van Emmon exulted, "all we've got to do is put the idea of fire into their heads, and the job is done!" He jumped around in his chair. "Darn those bees, anyhow!" "And yet," observed the doctor, "it's not quite as simple as we may think. Of course it's true that once they have fire, the humans ought to assert themselves. We'll let that stand without argument." "Will we?"
The only sign of regularity to be seen was in the roofs practically all of them were flat. Whether the building was some rambling, loosely gathered agglomeration of vari-colored wings, or a single, towering skyscraper of one tint, almost inevitably it was crowned with a perfectly level surface. "I see," said Van Emmon, thoughtfully. "You have no rain." "Precisely" from Estra.
"I say, let's get together and put Rolla wise to what Deltos and Sorplee are framing up! We can do it, if we concentrate upon the same thought at the right time!" Smith did not commit himself. "I don't care much either way," he decided. "Go ahead if you want to" meaning Van Emmon and the doctor "I don't want to butt in." "Don't need you," growled the geologist. "Two of us is enough."
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