Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 47 of 146
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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION ships that weren’t ever made in Terran yards were heading hell-for-leather in a direction that would have taken them right over my head.’ He added sarcastically: “That was one of the _ strongest reasons for my somewhat hasty departure.” “That could mean _ they were heading in this direc- tion,” Jarril said hollowly. “Could be,’ Landau said without interest. At this, the man who had entered last, an individual Jarril noticed who had pecu- liarly-shaped ears, uttered his first words since coming into the dome. “Well, now we’ve heard all that newsy stuff, Landau, suppose we get around to finding out just what you’ve brought us this time?” “All right, Jikko,” Ben said | comfortably, lolling back in his chair and reaching for his pipe. “Time enough for that later. Right now,” he went on in a changed and harden- ing voice, “we have the pretty little problem of a Terran Space Guardsman in our midst, scattering most defin- itely unfriendly thoughts 46 around broadcast, upsetting the commind by the simple method of pouring sand in the works. And we have a Sokkath battle-fleet, which ordinarily would never know of our existence, coming—as Landau puts it—hell for leather for us.” “You mean,” Claire whis- pered, and her mobile face grew rigid and _ whitened beneath her tan, “they'll be able to trace us, now that Jarril here has brought in his disturbing mental radia- tions?” “Just that, Claire.” Silence grew in the dome, and Jarril broke it with a physical effort that brought the beads of sweat out in a pimpling rash across his fore- head. “All right. All right. You don’t have to worry about that at all. This commind you seem to worship has the capacity for concealing itself from the Sokkaths? Right? And the state of mind that results in the commind is something that can be exam- ined, analysed, duplicated and put to work. Put into action for Earth!” Jarril’s comicloooks.com