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slid open. He entered the security port in the base of the wall and felt his body stiffen as a magnetic field<br />
penetrated his body and generated a magnetic susceptibility map to compare with the stored version.<br />
"You are carrying a scroll out that you did not have when<br />
you came in," a mechanical sounding voice vibrated through his tread.<br />
"It's the instruction manual for the operation of the Time-Comm machine," Time-Circle explained. "I'm<br />
going to read it at home."<br />
"Accepted," replied the machine. The magnetic field disappeared, and the outer door opened. Before<br />
Time-Circle left, he set the intruder barriers. He couldn't see the barriers, but the top of the tall wall now<br />
bristled with alternating north and south magnetic poles. The fields were so strong and the gradients so<br />
high that it would take forever to push anything through them to get over the wall. The field strength near<br />
the center of the barrier was strong enough to elongate the cells in a living organism until they didn't<br />
function properly. He had been told it felt as if you were putting a tendril into the purple-hot flame of a<br />
gamma-ray flare. He noticed the fading track of Cliff-Web that indicated he had pushed off down the<br />
slanting corridors to the north-east. Time-Circle moved in the opposite direction and headed Bright-west<br />
for the Administrative Compound of the Inner Eye Institute to arrange for the dedication ceremonies.<br />
Cliff-Web felt quietly pleased with himself. First the Space Fountain (he could see the tiny spike of light<br />
growing up into the sky over the wall at the end of the long north-east corridor), now the Time-Comm<br />
machine. The time machine was finished so far ahead of schedule that the formal turn-on ceremonies<br />
were still scheduled for three turns from now. He wasn't sure whether he would bother going to them. He<br />
hated to have people tell him how wonderful he was. It made his eye-stubs squirm just thinking about it.<br />
He was anxious to get home to his holovid and his plants. He then remembered his cleft-wort that he had<br />
pouched when he left. He stopped and, forming a manipulator, reached into his pouch and pulled out the<br />
plant.<br />
"There, there, Pretty-Web," he said. "You getting too warm?" He held the plant up to his eyes and<br />
looked it over carefully. Itwas too warm. It was almost the same yellow-white on the top as it was on the<br />
bottom, and it was drooping a little between the acute angle of the artificial cleft that took the place of the<br />
natural rock clefts in the mountains where the cleft-wort normally grew.<br />
Now that the plant was out in the open where it could see<br />
the dark blackness of the starry sky, the top surface cooled off and turned a velvety red-black, while the<br />
underside turned a reflective silver. Cliff-Web lifted the plant up to his own deep red topside and put the<br />
base of the holder into a pouch he formed on his topside. He directed his body to heat the pouch; and<br />
the plant, with its roots in a source of heat and its topside cooled by the black sky, started to regain its<br />
normal circulation and perked up. The tension threads that wove back and forth from one side of the cleft<br />
to the other tightened, and the topside corrugations grew more wrinkled, increasing the emissivity of the<br />
top surface. Tiny threads of red light started at random in the black-red top, and wended their way down<br />
the feeder veins to the dull red stem leading to the yellow-white base. It was a pretty moving display.<br />
Cliff-Web could almost feel the hum of the plant as it worked to make food.<br />
Relaxed and happy with himself and his plant, Cliff-Web didn't hurry as he pushed his way north-east.<br />
Using the walls of the compounds along the street as a levering wedge, he pushed his body through the<br />
magnetic field lines that tried to prevent his northward motion.<br />
For a while he moved through the slumlike area of Old Town that surrounded the sprawling grounds of