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"Moving-Sand," he hollered into the crust. "Can you answer that for me?"<br />
"You get it. I'm busy cleaning out the Slink rooms," came a voice from the rear of the compound.<br />
With a shrug, Cliff-Web emptied out his gardening pouch, wiped his manipulator on a wiper, dissolved<br />
the stubby, bony<br />
arm back into his body, and made his way to his study. The buzzing grew louder as he entered the room.<br />
Lassie was still resting in the warm corner of the room. He glided onto the taste-plate in the floor, and a<br />
portion of his undertread touched theANSWER square on the screen. It was Admiral Star-Glider, head<br />
of the Slow One Rescue Expedition. The picture was speckled with white spots again. He would have to<br />
call the video-link company and get them to find the bad spot in the X-ray fiber cable to his compound.<br />
"Turn on your holovid to the public services channel," said Star-Glider. "The legislature is winding up its<br />
debate on the funding for the Jumbo Bagel. There should be a tally soon, and then we will be able to start<br />
work."<br />
"Seeing" Star-Glider through the ultrasensitive taste buds built into his tread, Cliff-Web turned some of<br />
his eyes toward a silvery screen set in one wall of his study. He formed a tendril and, reaching to a small<br />
console set into the floor, touched some panels. Brief scenes flashed in front of the screen as the planar<br />
phased-array antenna embedded in a corner of his compound switched its reception beam to receive a<br />
stream of modulated gamma rays coming from a direct broadcast satellite hovering to the west of the<br />
Eyes of Bright.<br />
Four of his eyes looked upward at the pattern of six glowing asteroids hovering over Bright. The pattern<br />
was badly askew.<br />
"The Six Eyes are already way out of their pattern," said Cliff-Web. "We should have been up there to<br />
fix that long ago. After all, we promised we would."<br />
"Well, politicians like to make promises," Star-Glider replied. "But when it comes to appropriating<br />
money for it, they seem to feel they can take their time, especially in cases like this one, where there is no<br />
real urgency. We have plenty of time."<br />
"We did have plenty of time when the accident happened," Cliff-Web reminded him. "But the politicians<br />
have fooled around for six greats of turns trying to find a cheaper way to do it. My engineers and I have<br />
done our best, but there is no way we can build that giant inertia drive engine and get it up into space for<br />
less than a billion stars, and the longer they wait, the more it is going to cost. How are the humans taking<br />
it?"<br />
"According to Sky-Teacher, they are becoming panicky. He can tell by the overtones in their speech."<br />
"What is the present estimate of the time to failure?"<br />
"It's hard to tell. We have an eight body gravity model that can predict the future positions of the ship<br />
and asteroids with respect to Egg fairly accurately, but the real unknown is the strength of the spacecraft<br />
hull. The humans are in the process of climbing into their acceleration protection tanks, and they should<br />
be safe there for a while. But, I would like to get the rocket fixed before the hull fails so the humans can<br />
take the whole ship back up when it is time for them to go. I would guess we have at least two human<br />
minutes."