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Soames guessed sardonically at a change of policy somewhere. But the problem justified worry, the simple, relatively insignificant problem of the children here and now, with all thought of flaming skies and upheaved earth put firmly aside. The children had to be revealed. But the world would automatically assume that the crew of an alien spaceship must be in some fashion monsters.
"Emmett, here, has a junior-grade spaceship that he used to service those orbital telecast-relay stations of his. He'll tell you what it's like. I want it fitted with every sort of detection device that can be crammed into or onto it, and spotted above Keegark.
"They're building a spaceship," said Wallingford in a flat voice. It was Wallingford's way of saying he wasn't going to answer any questions, but Mike the Angel ignored the hint. "I'd sort of gathered that," he said dryly. "But what I want to know is: Why is it being built around a cryotronic brain, the like of which I have never heard before?"
And of all unnecessary things, they wore flat-brimmed hats in a spaceship! Hoddan opened the boat door and said politely: "Good morning. I'm Bron Hoddan. You were talking to me just now." The oldest and most fiercely bearded of the men said harshly: "I am the leader here. We are the people of Colin." He frowned when Hoddan's expression remained unchanged.
On a most uncomfortable possibility. He'd have it mounted, and it'd be put in a museum, somewhere. And as soon as the first spaceship reaches Venus, and they find those things in a wild state, they'll have the mounted specimen identified." "Exactly. And then, instead of beating their brains about where their specimen came from, they'll begin asking when it came from.
The Dabney field formed on the surface or infinitesimally beyond it of a metal sheet in which eddy-currents were induced in such-and-such a varying fashion. That was all there was to it. So Jones made the exterior forward surface of the abandoned spaceship into a generator of the Dabney field. It was not only simple, it was too simple!
I went back to Dayton stumped maybe it was a spaceship. Just twenty minutes after midnight on January 22, 1952, nineteen and a half hours after the Navy lieutenant commander had chased the UFO near Mitchel AFB, another incident involving an airplane and something unknown was developing in Alaska.
In a little less than an hour they would be home. Kennon was morally certain that the Lani were of human stock. Evolved, of course. Mutated. Genetic strangers to the rest of humanity. But human. The spaceship and the redes proved it as far as he was concerned. But moral certainty and legal certainty were two different things.
Tom spun the dials on the audioceiver desperately, ranging over every circuit and repeating his cry. "This is Cadet Corbett! I am being held prisoner with Cadet Roger Manning aboard the spaceship Space Knight in space quadrant four, chart C for Charley...." Suddenly the hum of the generators stopped and the glow of the tubes in the audioceiver died.
The three members of the Polaris unit stepped off the slidewalk at the Academy spaceport and stood before Warrant Officer McKenny. "There she is," said the stubby spaceman, pointing to the gleaming spaceship resting not two hundred feet away. "Rocket cruiser Polaris. The newest and fastest ship in space." He faced the three boys with a smile. "And she's all yours. You earned her!"
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