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Updated: May 5, 2025
He was signing the registration book, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a marsuit, holding his marshelmet under his arm. Why would he be wearing a marsuit in a groundcar? As she looked, he laid down the pen and turned. His face was darkly tanned, strong, handsome. His hair was black as midnight, his eyes startlingly pale in the dark face.
"Darling," he said, "our children will need no embryonic alterations. They will be born as we are, able to live under Martian conditions. And never again will either of us ever have to wear a marsuit!" He felt the questing touch of Cheng's mind. Cheng: Are you there, Dark? Dark: Here. Cheng: Are you all right? Dark: We're both fine! We're coming out.
"None of the groundcars at Ultra Vires was in operating condition." "Then there's no chance of the rest of us escaping," said Old Beard disappointedly. "We can't get at the groundcars here, and the marsuits you brought won't help. The oxygen supply of a marsuit isn't adequate to take us from here to the nearest civilization." "I think we can get to the groundcars," answered Dark confidently.
Then, as the beam of Dark's gun swung toward him, Vidonati ducked precipitately back into the control room. "He got your marshelmet!" exclaimed Dark. "We're going to have to go in and flush him out of there, and just hope there's another marsuit in there, before we can open the airlock." Heatgun in hand, Dark started for the door of the control room, Maya at his heels.
She wanted to say that the supplies of oxygen in their marsuit tanks were inadequate to take them anywhere other than Ultra Vires, but she did not know how to say this properly in the Martian language. But, to her astonishment, the Martian answered as though she had said it.
Reluctantly, he consented, and they sat down together on the sand. Nuwell pulled a chart out of his marsuit pocket and began to study it. Maya lay back, clasped her hands behind her helmet and closed her eyes, gratefully feeling the tired muscles relax and the perspiration that bathed her begin to dissolve in the gentle circulation of the marsuit's temperature-control system.
If they had, we'd have been trapped below. If they have those barriers on all four ramps, the Phoenix can't stay around long enough to burn through them, because the Masters have probably already called for help from Mars City." Maya had laid her marshelmet down on one of the bunks, and was pulling the marsuit on over her tunic and trousers.
They moved out into the room, and Dark said: "Slip into your marsuit, and we'll go out the airlock. I told Cheng to bring the groundcars over this way, and they ought to be ready to pick us up by the time we get out." "I don't see why we didn't stay down in the vats until the Phoenix break in," said Maya.
I don't need a marsuit, but you can put that on as soon as we get above in the building." "Have you been in telepathic touch with Cheng?" asked Maya. "Yes. They've already broken into the south building. That's the one I came through when I left for Ultra Vires and when I came back.
Then he would pick up three marsuits and walk back across the desert to the Canfell Hydroponic Farm. Dark walked across the desert toward the Canfell Hydroponic Farm. He had discarded the marsuit he had been wearing, and substituted for it a light loincloth torn from one of Goat Hennessey's sheets.
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