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"Negative, negative," he sent, slapping her hand lightly. He gave no
pain for it would have taught no lesson, would have registered as a
meaningless hurt having no connection with her innocent desire to thrust
her hand into warmth.

He cleaned her, feeling pleasure in her rounded, full form. Deepsoft. She
was aptly named.

Night was near. He put her into the sleeprack and raised the protective
siding, the siding which was made of the Material. Her hands felt along
the smooth surface of it. His own hands also partook of pleasure as they
caressed her face. Deepsoft made little pleasure sounds and reached for
his hand. Her body moved. In contrast to the awkwardness of her limbs
her body was a sultry entity. Her mid-section lifted in an inviting rhythm.
Red Earth, who had been roused from deep contemplation by her need,
had been about to depart. But now he stood undecided, and then
examined her. His bulky, tough-skinned, bare knob did not move, since
there were no eyes to follow her length, no ears to hear her sounds. But his
hands knew her long, white legs. His hands caressed the firm roundness of
her chest bulges. His senses traced her and measured her and she relaxed
and lay still as his hand teased, pressed. Her pink eyes followed the
shifting light patterns above, but her body was attuned to the sensations
of his fingers pleasing her. Then the momentary diversion was over and he
was gone. Her eyes widened to gather the fading light.

Movements of great cloud masses in the storms that accompanied the
end of the sun circle isolated Red Earth's establishment. The stagnant
gases made the dim distances seem vaster as visibility was reduced.
Light-sensing organs could not penetrate even as far to the north as the
beginnings of the plains of glass. Only the senses of one such as Red Earth
could see the great river and the high escarpment to the west. Only Red
Earth, in his establishment, could read the density of concentrated gases
in the rift valley to the south and could penetrate the toxic gases to see the
motionless, misshapen vegetation on the valley floor. He saw all. He saw
the shift of frequency in the atmosphere where Deepsoft's inferior
light-sensing organs saw only the shift of color.

In his sanctuary, Red Earth idly noted the condition of the surrounding
environment. The survival factor was low, as usual at the end of the sun
circle. He mourned, the build-up of stagnant poisons and the decline of
breathable air. He could feel the rise in temperature when a particularly
dense cloud passed and the far sun sent its dying rays through the eternal
haze. He shivered internally as he sensed the polar masses moving south
and east.

But even as he registered these impressions, he searched his area of
responsibility. Everything seemed normal. In far-scattered establishments
his people were shut away from the toxic storms, comfortable with their
carefully nurtured hoards of air-making Breathers. During his rounds, he
passed a casual greeting with his coresponsor Growing Tree, who used