vanished away into the distance. Not too promising but I was in no
too pleased with his light-hearted attitude. I tried to think about
those who may answer your question. Now-you must answer my question.
to pile up in the bin. We went through them and ticked off a number of
Imp of Satan . . . work of the devil . . . I warned them, but they
a judgmental finger at me. More coffee. Then tell me what you are.
There is no galactic law down here, he intoned with a voice like a
wet and cool on my forehead.
You better put them in a bank vault before they go missing, was his
Do it.
clamps had swung into position to secure my legs; motors whirred and