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Updated: May 24, 2025
Its screams stopped as suddenly as they had begun and it scuttled on its spider-toad legs to the microtape compartment, acting with purposeful dispatch and paying no attention to Dane. Its claws shot out and with ease it extracted from the compartment a creature as weird as itself one which came fighting and of which Dane could not get a very clear idea.
"Better wait until tomorrow," he observed, and put the bit of clear liquid in a temperature-controlled place of safe-keeping. "What is it?" asked Maril. "What's it for?" "It's part of a job I have on hand," said Calhoun. He considered. "How about some music?" She looked astonished. But he set up an instrument and fed microtape into it and settled back to listen.
And he wasn't dirt-side to any extent either. So Tau's running tests " He lapsed into silence. None of them wished to put their thoughts into words. Dane picked up the microtape he had brought with him and went on down the corridor to return it. The panel of the cargo office was ajar and to his relief he found Van Rycke out. He shoved the tape back in its case and pulled out the next one.
But Dane's shoulders went back as if some weight had been lifted from them. The old easiness was still lacking, but he was no longer exiled to the outer darkness of Van Rycke's displeasure. Holding the microtape as if it were a first grade Koros stone Dane went back to his own cabin, snapped the tape into his reader, adjusted the ear buttons and lay back on his bunk to listen.
"It's part of a job I have on hand," said Calhoun. He considered. "How about some music?" She looked astonished. But he set up an instrument and fed microtape into it and settled back to listen. Then there was music such as she had never heard before. It was another device to counteract isolation and monotonous between-planet voyages.
He had braced the Captain up into a half-sitting position and was patiently ladling the liquid into his mouth a spoonful at a time when a thin squeak drew his attention to the top of Jellico's desk. From the half open lid of a microtape compartment something long and dark projected, beating the air feebly.
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