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Khrest turned his eyes from the screen back to Rhodan, not able to suppress a trace of admiration.
"Your suspicion was right, Perry. This Machine, the Lord of the Arkonide Empire, seems to mistrust
you."

"And it will distrust us even more when the three spacers have to report that they’ve lost theGanymede
after the first hyperjump. The memory banks tell the Positronicon what I have proven once before—that
we can execute transitions that escape its coordinate scanners. Khrest, I don’t want to risk a fight with
the reigning robot brain. Discretion is the better part of valour, at least until Col. Freyt returns with his
thousand specialists and a jumbo-sized hypertran compensator for theTitan . Then I’ll be ready to take
up again the conversation with your robot, and not before. For that reason we shall leave Tagnor, too.
Agreed, Reggy?"

Bell had taken another look at the great command centre, with a nostalgic appreciation of the good old
Stardust II . The cockpit there had been a harmoniously constructed unit which could be handled in
emergencies by two or three men. But to attempt to control this command centre with three men would
be sheer madness—a guaranteed fiasco.

"Reg," Perry called to his friend a second time. "I’m asking you if you agree we should whoosh off."

It was unusual procedure for Perry but so was the situation with the giganticTitan . The colossal
spherical spacer was understaffed and whatever potential was contained in the ship could hardly be put in
operation with their skeleton crew.

Bell was considering this when he answered, "Sure, I agree—but even if I’m accused of grousing I still
don’t like that corner of the universe we’ve chosen to hide in. I have a hunch about it but don’t ask me
why…!"



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TheTitan ’s proposed ‘whoosh-off’ did not materialize immediately. A million small trifles that were of
great importance to the inhabitants of the planet Zalit kept Perry Rhodan on the ground for a few days.

Nobody talked any more about Zarlt Demesor, the ex-dictator who had lost his life in an attempt to take
over the Arkonide Empire. On the other hand, the Mooffs were not only the daily subject of conversation
but still caused a constant alert to be maintained. The search for these non-humanoids left no stone
unturned.

The Zalites had not quite recovered from the panic caused by these jellyfish-like creatures. The Mooffs
were intelligent beings of a non-humanoid race who had evolved in a world with a methane gas
atmosphere. At least on Zalit they had lived in high-pressure spherical tanks which were filled with
methane. But the question remained, who had brought them to Zalit in the first place?
 For Bell there wasn’t any doubt on that subject. "Definitely those stellar gypsies," he had declared; "the
galactic traders! They offered the Mooffs to the power mad Zarlt. Of course he had no idea that he was
only a tool for their purposes and he imported the telepathic monstrosities en masse to Zalit. His dream
had been to send an armada of spacers with crews under mental control into a battle of total destruction
against Arkon and the robot brain—incidentally, Perry, are the three Mooff specimens on board the