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page and didn't like what he saw.<br />
"May Bright set!" he swore. "It's been over two greats of turns since we promised the humans we would<br />
rescue them. I thought the Slow One Interaction Laboratory would have done more by now! This<br />
Request For Plan is only for a preliminary design effort. They should have done that study in-compound a<br />
great of turns ago."<br />
Having stared down at many such documents in his career, he inserted another tendril about two-thirds<br />
of the way through the stack. The "flow-plate" foils that the bureaucracy had inserted between the cover<br />
sheet and the meat of the document rolled up again into a tight ellipse. He let a few more pages roll up,<br />
back-rolled one page, then cursed again.<br />
"Suck a Flow Slow! They only budgeted 144 great-stars for this contract! They must be expecting us to<br />
add eggs to their pen."<br />
He let a few more pages roll up until he got to the listing of the work items required. He didn't curse this<br />
time, because he had seen the same thing happen too many times before.<br />
"... and the only difference between this 'preliminary' design effort and a 'full' design effort is that we don't<br />
have to submit firm price quotes as part of the final report." He moved his tendril and let the pages roll up<br />
quickly one after another as he scanned them. His eye-wave motion slowed and his tread'trummed<br />
nervously as his brain-knot thought of an alternate approach to the problem.<br />
"That might work," he said to himself. He let the scroll roll up and put it back into the scroll wall as he<br />
moved onto his touch-and-taste communicator. He was about to set up a con-<br />
ference call to some of his chief engineers out in the field when a slowgonging sound penetrated the<br />
crust. His pendulum clock was marking the end of the turn with the slow tolling of the twelfth dothturn.<br />
He checked his nuclear chronometer—the ancient pendulum clock was still keeping perfect time despite<br />
the large crustquake a few turns ago. No use calling anyone now. Everyone on Egg was settling down to<br />
their main meal of the turn. He would get something to eat himself and make the call at dothturn one.<br />
Lassie followed him to the meal room as he left the study. Lassie may have been old, but she wasn't<br />
dumb; it would be her mealtime too. Moving-Sand had prepared a good turnfeast. A small pan with a<br />
loaf of ground eye-anchor and spices surrounded by a dozen small parasol root-nodes was warming in<br />
the oven. He lifted the lid of the cooler built into the meal-room floor and found a fresh salad of<br />
petal-leaves with hot sauce made from crushed North Pole stinger-fronds. He also extracted a cooled<br />
bag of singleberry wine. It was from the north slopes of the Exodus Volcano and was supposedly one of<br />
the best.<br />
He was busy thinking about the new project and normally would have just dumped the contents of the<br />
food plates into an eating pouch and gone back to his study, but this turn he decided to stay in the meal<br />
room and enjoy the excellent turnfeast. He put the plates on the temperature-controlled segments in the<br />
floor next to his eating pad and settled his large body down. He moved two of his eating pouches around<br />
until they were next to each other and in front of the two dishes. A manipulator held the bag of<br />
singleberry wine above both pouches and squirted streams into one or the other as the taste called for.<br />
The eye-anchor loaf was superb. There were still a few excellent flank slabs in the freezer that were even<br />
better, but he was glad that Moving-Sand had settled for the cheaper cut, since he would rather have the<br />
slabs when he had company. After all, it wasn't often that one had prime cheela meat for turnfeast.