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"Like the Harvest Moon plasmoids when they stimulated 113?" "Right. He thought about that, and then located another moving plasmoid. He dropped in to look it over, with 113-A in his pocket again, and it stopped. He did the same thing in one more place and then quit. There aren't that many moving plasmoids around. Those three labs are still wondering what hit their specimens."
Essentially it was a summary of reports on Hubwide rumors that nobody could claim any worthwhile progress in determining what made the Old Galactic plasmoids tick. Which, so far as Trigger knew, was quite true.
One group claimed to have virtually duplicated the plasmoid loaned to it by the Federation, producing a biochemical structure distinguishable from the Old Galactic model only by the fact that it had quite predictably fallen apart within hours. But plasmoids didn't fall apart. The specimens undergoing study had shown no signs of deterioration.
"So you wouldn't have been working with me if whatever has been going on weren't somehow connected with the plasmoids." "Oh, yes, I would," said Pilch. "Or old Cranadon. Someone like that. We do give service as required when somebody has the good sense to ask for it. But obviously, we couldn't have dropped that other job just now and come to Manon to clear up some individual difficulty."
"Uh-huh. His idea is that some of the plasmoids the Old Galactics were using on Manon might have got away from them, or just been left lying around, so to speak, and could have survived till now. He thinks they might even be reproducing themselves. He's looking for them with a special detector he built." Trigger held up a finger on which was a slim gold ring with a small green stone in it.
But probably he's just so brilliant that he keeps fading beyond my mental range." Trigger laughed. "My father used to come home from a session with Mantelish muttering the same sort of thing." She glanced at the ring again. "By the way, have any plasmoids actually been stolen around here for us to detect?" He nodded.
Trigger raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" "Federation security," Plemponi said, frowning. He added, "I wasn't supposed to tell you that either, but what could I do?" "Federation security? Because of the plasmoids?" "Yes.... Well.... I'd I don't know." Trigger sighed. "Is it just me you're not supposed to tell these things to?" "No, no, no," Plemponi said hastily. "Nobody.
It was assumed an untimely coronary had been the reason he had fallen helplessly into the feeding trough of one of the largest plasmoids. By the time he was found, all of him from the knees on up already had been absorbed. "I meant your efforts to get them to work," she said. Commissioner Tate looked at Mantelish. "You tell her about that part of it," he suggested. Mantelish shook his head.
The plasmoids are nowhere near the head of the Federation's problem list at present. They're just coming up mighty fast." When Trigger reached her office next morning, she learned that the Psychology Service ship had moved out of the Manon area within an hour after she'd been returned to the Headquarters dome the night before. None of the members of the plasmoid team were around.
It was only when humans entered the base and switched off its mechanical operations that the plasmoids stopped working and then, when the switches which appeared to have kept them going were expectantly closed again, they had stayed stopped. Personally, Trigger couldn't have cared less if they never did move.
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