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to growing numbers of Silents in a society geared for telep-
athy? Why was it that only by looking back on the past
seventy-five years since repatriation anyone could see the
growing Silent frustration with the difficulty of communi-

DEADLY SILENTS 5

cation and at having so much of their own culture inacces-
sible to them . . . frustration that had eventually erupted
into uncontrollable and, for the first time in Egarad his-
tory, unpredictable violence?

"I considered it a five-year vacation from Earth," Pol
said, breaking into Ten's thoughts, "or however long it
takes to organize and teach the job to the locals. And I
reckoned they might appreciate what I was doing.**

A men to that. Ten thought

Disembarking at their station, they found themselves
with a hike after all, half a kilometer west to the station-
house. They arrived, panting, in the forecourt of the
sprawling, X-shaped building with its handsome red-gold
stone and smoky-dark windows and roof tiles, but excite-
ment buoyed TenтАФthey were hereтАФand without pausing
even to catch his breath, he headed for the double doors
opening beneath a large yin-yang symbol worked in dark
green and umber. Inside, a receiving area stretched before
them, open and fun of light, like the travelport.

A woman behind the circular desk in the center raised
her brows at them. "Officers? Put your hands over the
scanner on the edge of the desk, please."

While he let the scanner read the I.D. code imprinted
invisibly into the cell structure of his hand at birth and
flash the data to the computer, verifying his identity. Ten
eyed the woman. Even nicer than the building. He particu-
larly liked her clothes. Colored like the symbol outside,
and with a patch version of it on the upper left sleeve, the
jumpsuit fit like skin rather than hanging loose and shape-
less, hiding the human form inside as fashions at home did.

"Roban Simue Adeyanju, Denver; Pol Gregory Wassom,
Dallas; Steven Jason Kampacalas, Topeka," the desk offi-
cer read from her computer screen. "Welcome to Egar. I'm
Sergeant Lores." She looked up at Ten and a corner of her
mouth quirked. "The uniform fascinates you, sweetface?"

Ten tried to ignore the Hush heating his face and studied