Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 14 of 146
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IT TAKES TWO creature who worked without emotion. But his emotion was channelled and directed and fully under the control of his intellect. That had not been one of the easiest lessons, either. His hope made him look ahead for lights of the settle- ment. When he saw only blackness ahead, with the driving sand whipping up in the growing wind, there was no reaction of despair. That was an emotion that could be done without. And _ the Academy knew how to eradi- cate unwanted emotions. He would have to dispose of Garfon’s equipment at once. Beneath a _ convenient ridge, with the sand, now - only a dark and _ inchoate mass streaming off the top and whispering and pattering away beyond, he set the un- wanted equipment down and stood back, his face a sweat- glazed caricature, with sand plastered thickly to the ex- posed skin. Deduction told him that the growing sandstorm must also be responsible for his lack of strength and concen- tration. Dust and _= sand 13 streamed past him and hissed steadily over his coveralls. His goggles were caked up, the wipers stalled, and irritably he took them off and cleared them with one numb finger. A few shrewd blows of his foot sent a tumbled pile of sand and rocks to cover the little heap of equipment. Without a second look he bent his head and struggled on. At first, the faint beep of his mentalarm passed un- noticed. Then he roused him- self from a hazy reverie of the Academy and long ses- sions under the oaks, to find himself rapidly evaluating just what was happening. Some entity was approach- ing. Somebody, some human, was coming closer towards him in the storm. Through the drumming shriek of wind and the flying hiss of sand he could not be expected to hear any footfall or even motor sounds. Jarril sprawled under the lee of a ridge and brought his hand-gun out, partially protected under one cover- alled arm. When the battleship had been fatally hit by the Sok- comiclbooks.corn