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The Martians have a method of altering the physical structure and genetic composition of a full-grown adult, but this is far beyond the stage I've reached." "The Martians?" repeated Nuwell in astonishment. "You mean the Martian natives? They're nothing but degenerated animals!" "You're wrong," replied Goat.
"If the breathing chemicals which you carry are at such a depleted stage, you cannot chance going astray," said the creature. "Rather than tell you the direction of this place, we shall accompany you there." Throughout this conversation, Nuwell had been standing at Maya's side, his face bearing an expression of mingled curiosity, irritation and awe. Maya turned to him.
He vanished in a mass of seething, translucent flesh. Nuwell stopped, appalled, and began to edge backward. There was a flurry of movement in the forefront of the Jellies, and Placer burst out of the group, his hair awry, his clothing torn, his whip gone. He staggered toward Nuwell at a half run. "Get back to the room!" cried Placer.
But I know from my own experience that some of them, at least, are still familiar with that ancient science that they must have possessed when Earth was in an earlier stage of life than the human." "This ... child ... that brought us the wine is one of the products of your experiments?" asked Nuwell. "Yes. Petway's pretty representative of the children, I'm afraid.
Then Placer reappeared, two whips in his hand, and closed the door behind him. He handed one of the whips to Nuwell. "They're a lot more tractable than that woman of yours," said Placer. "Let's go." Placer moved down the corridor toward the slowly advancing Jellies, and Nuwell followed reluctantly, at a respectable distance. "Get back below!" shouted Placer at the Jellies as he neared them.
Maya trained the glasses in the direction indicated, through the groundcar's transparent dome. It was difficult to get them focused, for the groundcar swayed and jolted, but at last she was able to make brief identification. "They're Martians, Nuwell," she said. "Can we drive over that way?" "You've seen Martians before," he said. "But I'd like to speak with them," she said.
Four of them were strangers to her, but the fifth she remembered: Goat Hennessey, white-bearded and watery-eyed. "How are you adjusting to your new work here, Dr. Hennessey?" Nuwell asked him. "Very well," answered Goat in his cracked voice. "They're using a different approach from mine, but I find it extremely interesting."
But we might have learned a great deal through questioning the man at length, and that action of yours made it necessary for them to kill him." Nuwell could not know how deeply those words struck her. She turned her face away from him, and the tears came to her eyes.
The Jelly cringed and its eyes were terrified, but it still stood against the switch, its huge, translucent body barring Nuwell. "No, Master," it whimpered. "Don't shut the gate!" Viciously, Nuwell slashed the whip across its naked shoulders, and the Jelly squealed with pain. Nuwell raised the whip again.
And, moping tearfully in her room, she found that she didn't care any more, one way or another, about the struggle between Marscorp and the rebels. By the time Nuwell arrived from Mars City, she had regained control over her feelings. When he telephoned her in her room, she went down to the lobby to meet him, pale but composed.
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