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Arv grunted. Whatever Ma was going to say was lost amid the yells and growls of the men in the barracks as the electricity went off.Who turned the lights off? Fisher cried from the top bunk. “Its not lights out’ time yet.” "Dead because it went outside, da?" Apart from its stupendous novelty value, the commercial success of slow glass was founded on the fact that having a scenedow was the exact emotional equivalent of owning land. The meanest cave dweller could look out on misty parks— and who was to say they werent his? A man who really owns tailored gardens and estates doesnt spend his time proving his ownership by crawling on his ground, feeling, smelling, tasting it. All he receives from the land are light patterns, and with scenedows those patterns could be taken into coal mines, submarines, prison cells. "Quelle catastrophe!" I had to leave for work in a few minutes and haul some spare drive parts out to Tau Ceti. But when I got back five days later, the hairs had taken root, thickened, and were already putting out the small round leaves of litmus vines. Among the new shoots, lying on her back, claws curled over her wrinkled belly, eyes cataracted like the foggy jewels of the crystal plant— shed dropped her wings like cellophane days ago — was the flying lizard. Her pearl throat still pulsed, but as I watched, it stopped. Before she died, however, she managed to deposit, nearly camouflaged in the silt by the puddle, a scattering of red seeds. My Uncles not pleased. "Theres nothing wrong with your koota," he says. "What do you want to X-ray her for? Suppose he finds something is wrong? You'll be afraid to race or breed her, and she won't be replaced. Besides, your interest in her may make him suspicious." It was a long, cold ride from the Rideout ranch back to Kennetts Crossing. But a dry one, at least, the rain continuing to hold off and saving him the misery of traveling muddy levee roads without a slicker to keep from being drenched. Not that the return trip was without discomfort. It had been some time since Quincannon had sat a horse and he was feeling a touch rump sprung by the time he neared Dead Man’s Slough. Thank you, Mr. Morgan, he said, and then he opened the creel and looked inside. Then he straightened up, and the other two men looked at him inquiringly. Patrick bridled. "Thats putting it a little strong. If I thought for a moment ... " Well have to send them to all our friends. "Take me," she whispered. "Ive been here for hours," she said. Not yet, though perhaps soon. Chico took his hand away and looked at it.I was wrong. His voice faded..
