Thursday, November 10, 2016

Hello

hi body. How are you?


He didn't waste energy roaring. His pipestem jabbed the air. Angels, gods, whatever name you care to give. How do you fellows plan to get back? he asked as he pulled into the carport. I figured the crew and owners `ud be friendly. Ordinary traffic moved along the street, pedestrians, cyclists, bubble of a car and snake of a freighter whirring on their air cushions. She pulled smoke into her lungs and waited. What else'd it be but Emissary? Hancock dragged on her cigarette, lowered it, and said: All right! Dan, you have got to stop spreading those tales about the ship returning. I did speak to you first, he said. That was enough for its program to decide it should come home and report. If he said it was on her orders, though, she'd tell the news media that he was being held while his company was investigated on suspicion of fraud. who dared guess how many stars, across how many lightyears and years? What number of sentient races had found them in space, gotten the same impersonal leave to use them, and hungered ever afterward to know who the builders truly were? (He was oddly moved by the Americanism. And what harm in keeping a lens cocked for Emissary, anyway? You accuse me of deception? Blazes, Aurie, `twas the other way around! He might as well, his back to the wall of a decision already made; and perhaps he could provoke a little truth out of her who had become his enemy. His pipestem jabbed the air. Full speed ahead. A Corpsman hopped from place to place around the globe -later, off it as well- and most of them were full of weapons seeing brisk use. Which is awfully little, Dan, if you stop to think.
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Best Regards,
Felix Benson

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