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"FIFTEEN-MINUTE INTERSTELLAR NEWSCAST AM MARS PRESSURE DOMES."



Everybody leaned hack and lit up. McGillicuddy's eye fell on me, and I cleared my throat



"Got a cold?" he asked genially.



"Nope. No cold."
"Touch of indigestion? Flu, maybe? You're tardy today."



"I know it."



"Bright boy," He was smiling. That was bad.



"Spencer," he told me. "I thought long and hard about you. I thought about you when you failed to show
up for the nightside. I thought about you intermittently through the night as I took your shift. Along about
0300 I decided what to do with you. It was as though Providence had taken a hand. It was as though I
prayed 'Lord, what shall I do with a drunken, no-good son of a spacecook who ranks in my opinion with
the boils of Job as an affliction to man?* Here's i the answer, Spencer."



He tossed me a piece-of ethertype paper, torn from one of i our interstellar-circuit machines. On it was
the following dialogue:



ANYBODY TTHURE I MEAN THERE I



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