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The microorganisms carried by a single astronaut— any man — total approximately 1012, 10 followed by 12 zeros. I cleaned up our boys, using ethylene oxide gas on the capsule to spare the components. Everything shipshape and clean as a whistle. But when they opened the hatch in stellar space ... something was coming the other way. Fourth, and absolutely and unendurably the worst. The patent structure for the whole Neol process was in jeopardy. The basic patent application, bought by the company from an outside inventor two years before, was now known to Patrick, and to several of the senior attorneys in his department, to be a phony, a hoax, a thing discovered to have been created in ghastly jest— by a man in his own department. This was the thing that really got him. He could think of nothing, no way to deal with it. The jester, Paul Bleeker, was the son of Andy Bleeker, his old boss and good friend. (Did anybody have any real friends at this crazy place any more?) And that was really why he had come up with an answer. It would kill Andy if this got out. Certainly, he and both Bleekers would probably have to resign. After that there would come the slow, crushing hearings of the Committee on Disbarment. I wanted to run get help. The first boy seemed not to want to raise his voice. But Skip said she was dead and theres no help for that. Is she?” It is so, said the captain. Will you permit me to search you?” The American G.I. abroad puzzled foreigners by endless insistence on having something in his mouth ... gum, candy, cokes... Timescover (May 15,1950)pictures the globe sucking on a coke. Love that coke, love that American way of life. Robert Winship Woodruff, coke executive, says, "Were playing the world long." That would seem to be a very small gamble, with the globe itself becoming the cokesucker. A missionary from the Mau Mau told me.There are spores blowing from space.He has himself seen an amazing botanyspringing the jungle. Fruit with a bearded facethat howls at the picker. Mushrooms that bleed.A tree of enormous roots that sends no traceabove ground; not a leaf. And he showed me the seedof strange lettuces that inducelanguages. The Jungle has come loose,is changing purposes.Nor are these vegetationsof the new continuum the only sign.New eyes have observed the constellations.And what does not change when looked at?—coastline?sea? sky? The propaganda of the wind reaches.Set watches on your gardens. What spring teachesseed shall make new verbs. A root is a tongue.I repeat it as he spoke it. I do not interpretwhat I do not understand. He comes amongmany who have come to us. He speaks and we forgetand are slow to be reminded. But he does come,signs do appear.There are poisoned islands far over:fish from their reefs come to table, and someglow in the dark not of candlelight. A windhoverchatters in the counters of our polar camps.A lectern burns. Geese jam the radar. The red phonerings. Is there an answer? Planes from black rampshowl to the edge of sound. The unknownair breaks from them. They crash through.What time is it in orbit? Israeli teamsreport they have found the body, but Easter seemssymbolically secure. What more is true?How many megatons of idea is a man? What islandlies beyond his saying? I have heard, and saywhat I heard said, and believe. I do not understand.But I have seen him change water to blood, and call awaythe Lion from its Empire. He speaks that tongue.I have seen white bird and black bird follow him, hunglike one cloud over his head. His hand,when he wills it, bursts into flame. The white birdand the black divide and circle it. At his wordthey enter the fire and glow like metal. A rayreaches from him to the top of the air,and in it the figures of a vision playthese things I believe whose meaning I cannot say.Then he closes his fist and there is nothing there.* * * * "I thought Id go back over the roof— but now Im not sure I'll ever walk again." The man had the proof he—Hitchcock—needed. That was all he had to know. Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Yachid. Why did you say besides? rambunctious bear debonair I said,No, and smiled, trying in a friendly manner to discourage conversation. The LondonTimes, Joe answered,is not prone to sensational journalism. And giant squids exist, though the biggestwe know about are feeble, flabby beasts and dont weigh more than a ton, even when they have arms forty feet long.” Clint! Come on in. What have you been doing, anyway—I havent seen you since— "He complained you didnt tip him." A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows of hunger. "Hundred and twenty-seven," I said..
