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Icarus replied,Its a matter of a pinion, Dad. Casey began to stand, but the professor raised a hand.Wait a moment, he said. “Id like to ask you a few questions.” But the server was chock full of food. He knows how to use it. A ROSE FOR ECCLESIASTES Rogov raved,I know you never got in my way. Were all good servants of the Soviet State. It’s not a question of loyalty. It’s a question of enthusiasm. Don’t you ever want to glimpse the science we’re making? We are a hundred yean or a thousand yean ahead of the capitalist Americans. Doesn’t that excite you? Aren’t you a human being? Why don’t you take part? How will you understand me when I explain it? Sulkily, Dyak said,The cruncher got across the river where the waters run shallow. It used to eat the quackers, for I watched it often from our hill. Now that it has come across to this side, it is too stupid to go back. Soon it will starve to death. Then we shall all be safe. Arnie carves kaku wood, which has a brilliant grain and is soft enough to permit easy carving. Hes working on a figure of a murger bird, whittling lengthwise down the wood so the grain, wavy, full of flowing, wedge-shaped lines, will represent the feathers. The lamp light shines on his hair and the crinkle of his eyelids as he looks down and carves, whittles, turns. Hes absorbed in what he doesn't see there but he's projecting what he wants to see. It's the reverse of what he must do in the viewing room. I begin to suffer a peculiar pain, located in the nerve cluster between my lungs. He's not talking to me. He's not caressing me. He's forgotten I'm here, and like a false projection, I'm beginning to fade. In another hour perhaps the film will become blank. If he doesn't see me, then am I here? He's doing just what I do when absorbed in one of my own projects, and I admire the intensity with which he works: it's magnificent. Yes, I'm jealous of it. I burn with rage and jealousy. He has abandoned me to be Martha and I wish I were myself again, free in shape and single in mind. Not this sack of mud clinging to another. Yet he's teaching me that it's good to cling to another. I'm exhausted from strange disciplines. Perhaps he's tired, too; I see that sometimes he kneads the muscles of his stomach with his hands, and closes his eyes. Oh, this and that. She smiled. Lets be on our way now, shall we?” Come on, no use arguing. You are coming now, alive or dead, fit or unfit. It wouldnt do for him to be loose. A sudden glimmer of hope came into his eyes. He said,I dont suppose—no, it’s not fair. You’re a total stranger. Forget it. You bet. Thanks. I couldnt see her, but I could tell she was smiling. She reached up and pulled the old hat off and threw it on the floor. Darling, he began. This is Cliff. Im afraid I won’t be coming home as I promised. There’s been a—a technical slip. I’m quite all right at the moment, but I’m in big trouble.” Our first robot machines will probably set down on the red planet Mars. From within this knowledgeable rocket, valves and snouts will thrust to suck ore samples into bins deep in the ship. Other airlocks will feed endless rolling tapes of that gelatinous standby of the biologists, the sticky nutrient agar, through the Martian air and back into a laboratory. There, under automatic TV and camera equipment, a historical event will occur: mankind, by remote control, will meet his first Martian—a bacterium jittering under a microscope. His hands were trembling as he set it in a corner of his living room..
