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Updated: May 29, 2025
"My first time was so long ago I've forgotten what it feels like." "I was uneasy in advance," Mr. Flison said. "You read various descriptions about the physical sensations. Intellectually, of course, you draw a distinction, but emotionally you know that the only word which applies is death pure and simple. But there's no sensation. It happens too fast. You don't even notice it."
When he reached for the coffee, which by now was cool and bitter, his hand was trembling. The general licked his lips. "More coffee? No? Well, I didn't intend to get off on this. I really wanted to ask if you'd like to inspect our operations." He glanced at his time piece. "I could show you the present shift operation in Dome Nine." Mr. Flison rose. "No, General, I don't want to be of any bother.
Tucker said, "Well, Corporal, tell me this, please." "Yes, sir." "What's your own personal impression of General Shorter?" "The old man?" the corporal asked in surprise. "He's okay." "Feel free to discuss this," Mr. Flison said. "We'd like to know, really, what your opinion is." "Like I say, he's okay. He's got a job to do. You know, he busted me once. General Shorter personally, I mean.
We're okay now, I think. I guess we can settle back." Thirty-five minutes later, they came to what was left of the alien city. Back in the Richardson dome, General Shorter had coffee, in his quarters, with the remaining man on the Committee, a Mr. Flison. They were going through the ritual of conversation. "This is the first time you've been Destroyed then, sir," the general said.
They contain the air-changing equipment. We are holding tightly to our completion date, and these two Seven and Nine will be pulled out in fifteen days. That is to say, they will, barring any serious interruptions in our work. On schedule, I should point out." The general poured coffee for himself. Mr. Flison politely declined.
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