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He spotted a big generator working busily and then saw a gang of about fifty men, or mandrakes, turning a big capstan that kept it going. Here and there were neat racks of miscellaneous tools. Some were museum pieces. There was even a gandy cart, though no rails for it to run on. They were almost at the main tent when a crow flew down and yelled something in Nema's ear. She scowled, and nodded.
We may have mistaken the direction of your talent, but nonetheless it is you who must fix the sky. What form of wonder is a computer?" Dave shook his head at the old man's monomania. "Just a tool. It's a little hard to explain, and it couldn't help." "Humor my curiosity, then. What is a computer, Dave Hanson?" Nema's hand rested on Hanson's arm pleadingly, and he shrugged.
Hanson opened the door again, in spite of Nema's quick frown, and looked at himself. "Well," he admitted, "I guess it could be worse. In fact, I guess it was worse once I get used to looking like this, I think I'll get to like it. But seeing it was a heck of a thing to take for a sick man." Nema said sharply, "Are you sick?" "Well I guess not." "Then why say you are?
Sometimes he saw Sather Karf or some other older man working with strange equipment, or with things that looked like familiar hypodermics and medical equipment. Once they had an iron lung around him and there was a thin wisp over his face. He started to brush it aside, but Nema's hand restrained him. "Don't disturb the sylph," she ordered.
Hanson considered it, while Nema's hand crept into his. Then he grinned. "I guess I want to get your great granddaughter turned into a registered and certified wife and take her on a long honeymoon," he decided. "After what you've put me through, I need a rest." He took her arm and started down the aisle of the council room. Behind him, he heard Bork's chuckle and the soft laughter of Sather Karf.
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