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"Why?" "So that I can anticipate Him, circumvent Him." "What makes it necessary for you to circumvent God?" Mike asked, wondering if he'd have to pry everything out of the robot piecemeal. "I must," said Snookums. "It is necessary. Otherwise, He will kill me." Mike started to say something, but Leda grabbed his arm. "Let me. I think I can clear this up. I think I see where you're heading."
As far as the exterior observers were concerned, it seemed to lift into the air with a loud, thrumming noise, like a huge elevator rising in an invisible shaft. It had been built in a deep pit in the polar ice, built around the huge cryotronic stack that was Snookums' brain. As it rose, electric motors slid back the roof that covered the pit, and the howling Antarctic winds roared around it.
But young Ensign Vaneski looked puzzled. "What do you mean, sir?" he asked the huge Hawaiian. They were sitting over coffee in the officers' wardroom. Captain Quill, First Officer Jeffers, and Lieutenant Commander von Liegnitz were on the bridge, and Dr. Fitzhugh and Leda Crannon were down below, giving Snookums lessons.
Mellon would certainly lend him the books if he pretended an interest in religion; if anything came out afterward, he could he thought claim that Snookums got hold of the books without his knowing it. And that sort of muddy thinking is typical of our killer. "He told Snookums that I was an angel, you see. I couldn't be either hurt or killed.
Behind him were Chief Multhaus, also armed with a stun gun, and four members of the power crew, each armed with a heavy spanner. Mike or the chief could take care of Mellon; it would be the crew's job to take care of Snookums. "Smash his treads and his waldoes," Mike had told them, "but only if he attacks. Before you try anything else, give him an order to halt.
Then he glanced at his wrist. It was after seven-thirty in the morning, Greenwich time which was also ship time. "What is it you want?" Mike asked. "Can you dance?" asked Snookums. "Yes," said Mike dazedly, "I can dance." For a moment he had the wild idea that Snookums was going to ask him to do a few turns about the floor. "Thank you," said Snookums.
Lieutenant Commander von Liegnitz was with Captain Quill on the bridge. Mellon had already attacked von Liegnitz once; the captain didn't want them mixing it up again. Captain Quill's voice came suddenly from a speaker in the overhead. "Miss Crannon and Dr. Fitzhugh have just spoken to me," he said in his brisk tenor. "Snookums is safe in his own room.
Up companionways and down, in and out of storerooms, staterooms, control rooms, and washrooms Snookums scurried, oblivious to the consternation that sometimes erupted at his sudden appearance.
Mike himself wasn't so much interested in the whys and wherefores of the trip; he was wondering why it was necessary to tell anyone even the crew. Why not just pack Snookums up, take him to wherever he was going, and say nothing about it? Why explain it to the crew?
Mike stayed away from Leda Crannon as much as possible; shipboard was no place to try to conduct a romance. Not that he deliberately avoided her in such a manner as to give offense, but he tried to appear busy at all times. She was busy, too. Keeping herd on Snookums was becoming something of a problem. She had never attempted to watch him all the time.
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