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petak, 15.05.2009.

“I shall meet with the council when it is time.

“I shall meet with the council when it is time. Prior to that, I shall take my plans and my creature to Namor on a mission of our own. We shall descend in the Phoenix, I believe. Yes. I do think the Phoenix most appropriate, to commemorate your world rising from its ashes. Markedly wet ashes, but ashes nonetheless.”
Kefira Qay met Haviland Tuf on the shuttle deck just prior to their scheduled departure. Manticore and Phoenix stood ready in their launch berths amidst the scatter of derelict spacecraft. Haviland Tuf was punching numbers into a mini-computer strapped to the inside of his wrist. He wore a long gray vinyl greatcoat with copious pockets and flaring shoulderboards. A green and brown duck-billed cap decorated with the golden theta of the Ecological Engineers perched rakishly atop his bald head.

15.05.2009. u 20:26 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

“Indeed. Did I not just say as much?”

“Indeed. Did I not just say as much?”
“What is it?” she demanded. “Some new creatures? That’s it—you’ve cloned something else, haven’t you? Some plague? Some monster?”
Haviland Tuf held up his hand. “Patience. First I must be certain. You have mocked me and derided me with such unflagging vigor that I hesitate to open myself to further ridicule by confiding my plans to you. I shall prove them valid first. Now, let us discuss tomorrow. You shall fly no war run with the Manticore, Instead, I would have you take it to New Atlantis and convene a full meeting of the Council of Guardians. Fetch those who require fetching from outlying islands, please.”
“And you?” Kefira Qay asked.

15.05.2009. u 20:25 • 1 Komentara • Print • #

You press close to that point now.

You press close to that point now. Guardian, I take no responsibility for this unfortunate course of events. This hasty biowar we have waged was none of my idea. Your uncivilized ultimatum forced me to unwise action in order to placate you. Fortunately, while you have spent your nights gloating over transient and illusory victories, I have continued with my work. I have mapped out your world on my computers and watched the course of your war shudder and flow across it in all its manifold stages. I’ve duplicated your biosphere in one of my great tanks and seeded it with samples of Namorian life cloned from dead specimens—a bit of tentacle here, a piece of carapace there. I have observed and analyzed and at last I have come to conclusions. Tentative, to be sure, although this late sequence of events on Namor tends to confirm my hypothesis. So defame me no further, Guardian. After a refreshing night’s sleep I shall descend to Namor and attempt to end this war of yours.”
Kefira Qay stared at him, hardly daring to believe, her dread turning to hope once again. “You have the answer, then?”

15.05.2009. u 20:24 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

Kefira Qay pushed herself up

Kefira Qay pushed herself up, trembling, and turned to rush out of the communications room, where all the screens were babbling news of death, destruction, defeat. Haviland Tuf was standing behind her, his pale white face impassive, Ingratitude sitting calmly on his broad left shoulder.
“What is happening?” the Guardian demanded.
“I should think that would be obvious, Guardian, to any person of normal intelligence. We are losing. Perhaps we have lost already.”

15.05.2009. u 20:23 • 3 Komentara • Print • #

Kefira Qay pushed herself up

15.05.2009. u 20:22 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

“Fire-balloons sighted again off Mullidor Strand-hundreds of them.

“Fire-balloons sighted again off Mullidor Strand-hundreds of them. I can hardly give credence to these reports, but they say the lashtail mantas just carom off them now. Do you . . .”
“Men-of-war again, can you believe it? We thought they were all nearly gone. So many of them, and they are gobbling up Tuf’s smaller fish like nobody’s business. You have to . . .”
“Dreadnaughts spraying water to knock howlers from the sky . . .”
“Something new, Kefira, a flyer, or a glider rather, swarms of them launch from the tops of these fire-balloons. They’ve gotten three skimmers already, and the mantas are no match for them . . .”
“. . . all over, I tell you, that thing that hides in the clouds . . . the balloons just rip them loose, the acid doesn’t bother them anymore, they fling them down . . .”

15.05.2009. u 20:21 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

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petak, 15.05.2009.

“I shall meet with the council when it is time.

“Indeed. Did I not just say as much?”

You press close to that point now.

Kefira Qay pushed herself up

Kefira Qay pushed herself up

“Fire-balloons sighted again off Mullidor Strand-hundreds of them.

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