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"And I would appreciate hearing about both with the information you have that Imperial newscasts probably left out because humans would take it as a given," Thark said. Kainor sighed, something a number of Irschchans had picked up since meeting humans. "Very well. The Ondrian situation, then.
I'm sure it wasn't on any of the newscasts." "Of course, it wasn't. The police didn't even question me. I called the police and they came two prowl-car men. Then they told Les and me to wait. We waited, and after a while this Brent Taber came in. He told us to go home and keep our mouths shut. Later, we were called downtown and Taber talked to us."
It was true that he'd been out of touch with what had been going on outside the walls of the Neurophysical Institute for the past five years. In spite of the reading he'd done and the newscasts he'd watched and the TV tapes he'd seen, he still had no real feeling for the situation. There were hazy periods during that five years.
These newscasts were usually preceded by a recording of Rule Britannia and while joining in mentally with the remembered words I reached the phrase Britons never, never, never, shall be slaves; I recalled the definition of a slave as being one who received little or no remuneration for his services and who could never voluntarily escape his predicament. I made the comparison.
The high point came when one party, at thirty thousand feet below the level of Kukan, found breathable air. One of them had a mild attack of sorroche and had to be flown back for treatment in a hurry, but the others showed no ill effects. The daily newscasts from Terra showed a corresponding shift in interest at home.
"Which confirms my long-standing respect for Councilman Salgath's exquisite taste." "Why, thank you," she said. "But I doubt if I was brought here to receive compliments. Or was I?" "No, I'm afraid not. Have you heard the newscasts of the past few hours concerning Councilman Salgath?" She straightened in her seat, looking at him seriously. "No.
Oh, and will you tell the governor general to tell Miss Shaw to bring an overnight kit with her. She's going to need it." He was up at 0400, just a little after Beta-rise. He might be a civilian big-wheel in an Army psychological warfare project, but he still had four newscasts a day to produce.
She got quite a lot of local publicity; not only scientific journals, but general newscasts. "Then, four days ago, she disappeared, and her disappearance seems to have been coincident with an unsuccessful attempt on her life. We don't know as much about this as we should; all we have is Zortan Brend's account.
And you're a Free Status man, unregistered, employed as a professional gamesman Class B?" Alan nodded. "That's right, sir." Gainer checked a notation on a pad he carried. "I suppose you've heard that the man who lived here Max Hawkes was killed in an attempted robbery this morning." "Y-yes, sir. I heard it a little while ago, on the newscasts. I'm still a little shaken up.
Then he took the folded sheets and went on to the restaurant. He rarely read a news-sheet. Mostly, his information about the world that existed outside the walls of the Institute came from the televised newscasts.
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