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  He thinks of these and many other things behind the sky, within it. He recalls his departure.

  Charv had said, “You smoke too much, you know. Perhaps you can cut down on this trip, or quit entirely. At any rate, have a lot of good, clean fun. Along with hard, honest work, it makes the worlds go round.”

  Nadler had shaken his hand firmly, smiled perfectly and said, “I know you will always be a credit to the corps, Doctor Cassidy. When in doubt invoke tradition and improvise. Always remember what you represent.”

  Merimee had winked and said, “We’ll be opening a string of cat houses around the galaxy, for traveling earthmen and adventuresome extees. It won’t be long. Cultivate philosophy in the meantime. And if you get in any trouble, remember my number.”

  “Fred, my boy,” his uncle had said, flipping his blackthorn aside to squeeze his shoulders, “this is a great day for the Cassidys! I always knew that you would meet your fate somewhere among the stars above. Second sight, you know. Godspeed, and a copy of Tom Moore here for company. I’ll be in touch about the Vibesper office and maybe be sending Ragma along later. You’ve been a proud investment, boy!”

  He smiles at the absurdity, the traditions, the intentions. He feels the emotions.

  I am sorry about that spasm back on the bus, Fred. It was just that I was trying to learn how your body worked in case I had to do any repairs. I was handicapped by the handedness barrier.

  “I guessed as much—later.”

  This world is an interesting place, Fred. We have been here only a day and I can already predict, with high reliability, that we are going to have some unusual experiences.

  “What sort of satisfaction do you get out of all this, Speicus?”

  I am a recording and analyzing device. The best comparison, I suppose, is that I am a combination of the tourist and his camera. At those moments when they function together, I imagine that their sensations are akin to my own.

  “I suppose it feels good to know yourself so thoroughly. I doubt that I ever will.”

  He lights a cigarette. He gestures.

  “Well, was it worth the trip?” he asks.

  You already know the answer to that.

  “Yes, I guess that I do.”

  The people who climbed up and decorated all those rocks and cave walls had the right idea, he decides. Yes, they did.

  Why he decides this I am not certain. I know him well, of course. But I doubt that I will ever know him thoroughly either. I am a recording . . .

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