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voices in Sam’s head, he rubbed his hands together and said, “You’ll not get rid of me until we discover the roots of this thing. What a helluva mystery! It’s almost worth an epic poem already!”
        “Then you aren’t angry?” Sam asked.
        “Angry? But whatever for? If you’re referring to the unfortunate collision of our hyperspace fields, please let us forget it. It was very obviously not your fault, and there are far more important things to discuss.”
        Sam sighed again, heavily.
        
        “Well,” Hurkos said, “what do you make of it?” He was hunched forward, as they all were, sitting on the floor like a small boy at his father’s knee.
        Gnossos rolled his tongue over his wide, perfect teeth, thought a moment. His eyes were crystal blue and, when he stared, it seemed as if he were looking directly through-not at-whatever his gaze fell upon. “It sounds,” he said at length, “as if someone is trying to overturn the galaxy-or the order of the galazy, at least.”
        Hurkos looked at him blankly. Sam shifted, waited for more, shifted again. “What do you mean?”
        “Consider the weapons. Weapons have been illegal-except for sport, Beast hunting and collecting-for a thousand years. You say these weapons are obviously not for sporting because of their terrific power, and yet no one collects explosives or new and gleaming guns. Someone, it seems painfully clear to me, means to use them on humans.”
        Sam shuddered. Hurkos blanched. The thought had been hanging in the rear of their minds, but neither had allowed it to gain perspective out in the light of the conscious. Now it was looming there-to be feared.
        “The trade names,” Gnossos continued, “are missing because this ship and its contents were designed to provide secrecy for their owner and manufacturer. Sam here is being used by someone. He seems to be a tool to overthrow the current order of things.”
        “Then he could get orders at any time to kill both of us!”
        Sam was perspiring.
        “I don’t think so,” the poet said.
        “But the order to hyperspace-” Hurkos protested.
        “Was a posthypnotic suggestion.” Gnossos waited for a reaction. When their facial expressions registered a modicum of relief, he continued. “Sam here was kidnapped, taken somewhere to have his memory removed. Then they-whoever They may be-implanted a series of hypnotic commands, a sequence of orders. When that was done, they shipped him off to do whatever they had ordered. The first order was designed to be triggered by… oh, let’s say that meal you ate earlier.”
        “The food didn’t affect me ,” Hurkos said.
        “But you had no hypnotic suggestions implanted in your mind. Sam did. The food triggered the first, let’s say. Now, perhaps the remaining orders will come at measured intervals. Every sixth hour or something like that. Or perhaps they will be irregularly spaced but with planned intervals.”
        “So whoever gave him the orders would not be aware of our presence.”
        “Correct.”
        Sam interrupted the dialogue. “That’s a relief. I like you both too much to kill.”
        “One thing I’ve been wondering about,” Gnossos said. “Why didn’t you acknowledge my radio message just after the collision?”
        “We didn’t receive any,” Sam said, perplexed. “We tried to get through to you, but you didn’t answer.”
        “A broken radio?” Hurkos offered.
        Sam forced himself to his feet, walked to the console. “Report on the condition of the radio/receiver.”
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        “That shoots that theory.”
        “But how could my secret master control the radio if he doesn’t even know what’s going on here?” Sam traced his fingers over the seams of the console chair.
        Gnossos shrugged, got to his feet. “Maybe we’re wrong. Maybe they do know that Hurkos and I are here and they’re just waiting for