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wrong with your equipment?"

MacDanies thrust his bristly head through the door and stared anxiously at his chief. "My gear is in top
shape, sir," he insisted. He sounded as though nothing in the world could shake him from that conviction.

Fellman nodded to Suwari and they moved in unison toward the Com Room. Suwari could virtually feel
the eyes of the other men on them as they left the Command Central of theTroy .

"Alright, Sparks," ordered Fellman. "Let’s try it again."

Sparks went through the usual operation once more at his panels. They listened for awhile without
getting any response. "There, you can see for yourself, sir," said the radio man almost sullenly. "Not the
slightest squeak of an answer!"

Fellman ran a hand through his straight blond hair while avoiding the helpless look from Suwari. "Try
another kind of message, Sparks," he ordered. "Ask them what the devil’s going on!"

He had to admit that the situation was making him uneasy. If living men were there in those command
centrals instead of robots, maybe they might have gotten an explanation by now. But all they were dealing
with was mindless positronicons that operated on commands from the Regent. Cybernetic operations had
always been a problem for Fellman and he couldn’t imaginewhat was causing the robotships to act this
way. After all, Rhodan had expressly advised the Fleet that Atlan’s robotships were to serve as backup
to the Solar Fleet and that they were under the orders of Terran commanders. But now something had
happened where the chapeks refused to answer a radio call and they seemed to be following some
unknown command of the mammoth Brain on Arkon 3.

MacDanies interrupted his thoughts after a few moments. "They won’t answer that one, either, sir," he
announced.

"I presume that it’s only due to some temporary interference," remarked the Commodore. "In any case
we will fly to Zalit without any further delay."

Fellman’s orders went from ship to ship and were confirmed. It was only the Arkonide ships that
remained silent.

"The main thing is that they stay with us," commented Fellman, "whether they answer or not."

TheTroy slowly separated from the formation and its mighty engines began to turn on power. The 6 light
cruisers followed after the larger ship.

Suwari had been watching the scanners and now he shouted to Fellman. "The robots aren’t following us,
sir! They haven’t moved."

Fellman had theTroy slow down. On the viewscreens the great battleships were easily discernible.
Fellman was aware of a growing sense of impending disaster. He racked his brains for an explanation.

"It looks as if they don’t want to follow us to Zalit, sir," said Viceroy, the officer in charge of the
positronics.

Fellman nodded. "But I’m wondering why," he answered despondently. Then he hardened his resolve.