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it," he heard himself murmuring distantly.
Some part of his mind was aware that he had been thinking clearly only moments before, but
he was unable to remember what or really to care why. His mind had stopped functioning as a
coherent entity and seemed to have disassembled into separate functions that he could observe in a
detached kind of way as they continued to operate as isolated units instead of in concert. It
should be troubling him, part of himself told the rest casually, and the rest agreed...but it
wasn't.
Something was happening to his vision. The view of the upper
part of the cubicle collapsed suddenly into meaningless blurs and smears, and then almost
as quickly reassembled itself into an image that swelled, shrank, then faded and finally
brightened once again. When it stabilized all the colors were wrong, like those of a false-color,
computer-generated display. The colors reversed into complementary tones for a few insane seconds,
overcorrected, and then suddenly were normal.
"Excuse these preliminaries," VISAR's voice said from somewhere. At least Hunt thought it
was VISAR'S; it was barely comprehensible, with the pitch sliding from a shrill whine through
several octaves to finish in an almost inaudible rumble. "This process..." something completely


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unintelligible followed, "...one time, and after that there will be no..." a confusion of
telescoped syllables, "...wifi be explained shortly." The last part was free from distortion.
And then Hunt became acutely conscious of the pressure of the redliner against his body,
of the touch of his clothes against his skin, and even of the sensation of air flowing through his
nostrils as he breathed. His body started to convulse, and he felt a sudden spasm of alarm. Then
he realized that he was not moving at all; the impression was due to rapid variations in
sensitivity taking place all over his skin. He felt hot all over, then cold, itchy for a moment,
prickly for a moment, and then completely numb-and then suddenly normal once more.
Everything was normal. His mind had reintegrated itself, and all his faculties were in
order. He wriggled his fingers and found that the invisible gel that had been immersing him was
gone. He tried moving an arm, then the other arm; everything was fine.
"Feel free to get up," VISAR said. Hunt climbed slowly to his feet and stepped back into
the corridor to find the others emerging and looking as bewildered as he felt. He looked past them
at the door blocking the far end, but it was still closed.
"What do you suppose may have been the object of that exercise?" Danchekker asked, for
once looking at a loss. Hunt could only shake his head.
And then Lyn's voice sounded from behind him. "Vie." It was just one word, but its ominous
tone of warning spun him around instantly. She was staring wide-eyed along the corridor toward the
door through which they had entered. He turned his head farther to follow her gaze.
Filling the doorway was the huge frame of a Ganymean, clad in a silvery garment that was
hallway between a short cape and a loose jacket, worn over a trousered tunic of dark green. The
deep, liquid violet, alien eyes surveyed them for a few seconds from the elongated, protruding
face while they watched silently, waiting for a first move. Then the Ganymean announced, "I am
Bryom Calazar. You are the people we have been expecting, I see. Please step this way. It's a
little too crowded in here for introductions." With that he moved out of sight toward the outer
door. Danchekker thrust out his jaw, drew himself up to his full height, and went back into the
antechamber after him. After a moment's hesitation Lyn followed.
"This is absurd." Danchekker's voice reached Hunt just as he was stepping through behind
Lyn. The statement was uttered in the tone of somebody clinging obstinately to reason and flatly