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Speckle-Top had seen adult cheela do many strange things, but it was a new experience for her when<br />
the professor developed a long ridge just underneath her eyeflap bulges. The ridge became a sheet that<br />
slid up over her speckled topside.<br />
A strange feeling came over her. It wasn't the intense feeling she got when playing eye-ball games with<br />
Crumpled-Tread, but a relaxed, warm,safe feeling. She could finally relax the eternal vigilance that had<br />
kept her alive since her first terrifying days in the dump with the wild Slinks hunting her.<br />
Someone was now taking care of her. Someone was now watching out for her. She pulled all her eyes in<br />
under their eyeflaps, contracted her body into a small egg-shaped ball under the hatching mantle and<br />
rested. She liked the professor and the professor liked her. She liked the animals and they liked her. She<br />
wondered if this was what it was like being part of a clan. She decided she would stay if the professor<br />
wanted her to.<br />
06:58:08 GMT TUESDAY 21 JUNE2050<br />
The last place Qui-Qui checked was the Rejuvenation Center. As she expected, everyone was dead<br />
there, too, even the "dragon plants," snapped off at their roots. The large rods of dragon crystal that had<br />
supported the plants now lay glistening on the crust. She moved past a motionless robotic body on her<br />
way out and stopped as she felt an electronic tingle.<br />
"Emergency! Emergency!" a metallic voice whispered. She moved closer to the robot. The body of the<br />
robot didn't move, but the electronic tingle became stronger.<br />
"Emergency! Emergency!"<br />
"The emergency is over," Qui-Qui's tread vibrated through the crust. The robot continued its alarm as if<br />
it hadn't heard her. She switched to whispering herself.<br />
"The emergency is over," Qui-Qui whispered, using her body to set up oscillations in the sea of electrons<br />
around them.<br />
"Emergency! Crustquake! Activate Plan Two! Call Doctor!" said the robot.<br />
"Stop!" commanded Qui-Qui, who owned a dozen personal robots. "Emergency Over! Restart! Report<br />
Condition!"<br />
"Three-greths functional," said the robot. "I must report to a medical doctor. A failure has occurred."<br />
"Stop! Restart! Emergency over! Tell me how to activate communications links to Bright's Heaven."<br />
"I must report to a medical doctor," said the robot. "You are not a medical doctor." It fell silent.<br />
Qui-Qui was puzzled. The robot's eyes were useless. How did it know she wasn't a medical doctor?<br />
She went back to the main offices, found the remains of M.D. Sabin-Salk, pulled off his ornate badges,<br />
and replaced her glow-jewel decorations with badges. She went back to the robot, but didn't get too