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They wasn't small like the Chinese and Japanese usually are, but about average
height. The girl was maybe a little taller than me, the men both about six two
or three. What really hit me when lookin' at 'em was that none of 'em seemed to
have a single mark or zit or nothin', now or in the past. All three seemed to be
teenagers, but their skin was soft and smooth and unworn as a baby's. The girl
wore a sari pretty much like mine, but of satiny crimson with golden designs in
it. The two men wore a different kind of getup, kinda like a cross between what
you wear for your judo lessons and what the politicians wear in all them Roman
Empire movies. You know, the kind where the guys wear skirts and still look real
normal.
Both the men and the girl were gorgeous, too. They had the kind of looks
everybody always dreams of but nobody ever has.
I looked over at Sam and Bill and had to laugh. They was both bein' dressed in
cream-colored versions of what the golden boys had on and somehow it just didn't
look the same with their white skin and hairy legs.
Sam gave me a look but Bill just chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Sam. Since
everybody wears these things here, you'll get used to it."
One of the golden boys said somethin', and the girl nodded and also said
somethin', both in a kinda soft, pleasant, singsong kinda voice. The words
didn't sound like nothin' human, and I knew I for one could never make them
notes.
"I think we're being told to move on," Markham told us. "Their language is
unique and nearly impossible to learn or even understand. I think their vocal
equipment includes a few things ours doesn't, but don't worry. They do that for
their security, too. The folks we'll be with will have been prepped and know
English by now, at least as long as they need to. I can assure you, too, we've
been observed by security, both people and machines, since we came in the entry
room and they understand English quite well, or any other language."
"Quite right, sir," said a man's voice from another of them doors that just
opened. We looked over and saw him come in, wearin' the same kind of
Roman-karate outfit as the rest, but he looked a little different. For one
thing, he looked older, though not real old and real good for his age, and his
clothes seemed fancy and tailored even if they was the same style. He also had
two gold-plated thick watches, one on each arm, or at least they looked like
watches. He went up and shook Bill's hand.
"Folks," Markham said, "May I present Executor Aldrath Prang. My boss. These are
the Horowitzes."
He shook Sam's hand then took and kissed mine. It was kinda sensual and neat. He
got right to the point, though, in a neutral American-type accent that coulda
been from anywheres. I guessed he learned it all by machine.
"We must go quickly," he told us. "We need to allow others in and I really would
like to get you out to Vice President Mayar's estate as quickly and quietly as
possible for security reasons. The fewer who know you're here, the better. We
don't want any slips."
I could agree with that tune. "What about them here?" I asked, suddenly gettin'
a little nervous. I didn't bargain for no public sessions here at headquarters.
"Everybody you'll meet outside the estate works for me," Aldrath Prang assured
me. "They get their minds probed and cleaned so often they don't think of it as
anything more of a big deal than taking a shower. Now-come."
We made it over to an elevatorlike contraption, but you didn't have no feelin'