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ALMOST IMMORTAL


THE FANTASTIC FACES of the Antis are momentarily transfixed by a rapture of awe and
wonderment–but the wonderment swiftly transforms itself into greed. There before them,
floating in a shell of energy, are 20 keys to Eternal Life!

Thomas Cardif speaks: "Feast your eyes on these cell activators… waiting here for you…
but you will never get them unless I give the mental order… AND OF MY OWN FREE WILL!"




THE MAN WITH TWO FACES


1/ GALACTIC ENEMY #1



TERRIBLY WRONG.

Something was terribly wrong and Reginald Bell couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He shook his head in
troubled thought as he laid the report aside. The document bore Perry Rhodan’s signature. It was one of
many that Bell had read this very day. All these documents had come to his desk directly from Rhodan’s
office. Some of them included Perry’s handwritten comment:approved .

The same comment was on the report he was shaking his head about now:Examination of the
proposal of the Galactic Traders to establish an additional 300 trading posts within sovereign
territory of the Solar Imperium. The experts who had prepared the report had arrived at the
unanimous opinion that the Springers’ proposal should be rejected. But Rhodan had written his comment
at the bottom of it: These trading settlements are to be sanctioned. Signed: Rhodan.

Bell sighed heavily. "Perry, Perry, what the devil’s come over you since we’ve come back from Okul?"

Suddenly his temper got the best of him. He had to blow off steam by cursing aloud. Then he reached
out to his button board and depressed the intercom switch.

Allan D. Mercant’s face appeared on the videoscreen. When the Chief of Solar Intelligence saw Bell’s
fierce expression it told him all he needed to know for the moment. Mercant waited for Bell to speak his
mind. It didn’t look like very good news. Within 2 months after Rhodan had been brought back from
Okul, wounded and in a deep state of mental shock, even laughter had become a thing of the past in his
vicinity.

In his exasperation Bell blasted out: "Mercant, I’ve just gotten the input from the experts—you know,
about the proposal for letting the star gypsies spread out farther into our own backyard. You know what
Rhodan’s written here? He says those rip-off artists can go ahead and set up their tents! Now how does
that grab you?"

To which Mercant calmly replied: "Well, if it keeps on going at this rate, unfortunately I’m going to be