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Perry Rhodan 031 Robot Threat New York 1/ HOUR X Transition out of
hyperspace. They came from the 5th dimension where they had been nothing but
energy and had merely consisted of structures reflecting their natural
identity. The process always caused the same bodily pains. Routine practice
was of no avail: each new transition brought a new shock. It was an aching in
their bones and as normal space reclaimed their bodies their eyes had to
slowly readjust. Colourful dancing figures appeared from out a peculiar
twilight. They vanished slowly as reality became visible piece by piece. And
then Rhodan looked into Bell's broad grin, which was not too
convincing. Reginald Bell was not ashamed to groan aloud and to swear as he
rubbed his neck. It did not matter to him that the entire crew of the STARDUST
Command Central was watching. He was convinced that everyone was primarily
concerned with himself because the pain and the shock had befallen them
all. "Thank God! We are home!" These could only be the words of someone who
had lived for a long time in cosmic concepts. After all, they were still far
beyond the orbit of Pluto, about 80 astronomical units from Earth. On the
other hand, when one considered that this space jump could carry them a
distance of 320 light-years within a minimal period... A droning buzzer
pierced their random musings. It sounded as if 100 transformers had become
defective all at once. Instantly the waning ache in their limbs was forgotten.
A siren could not have caused more uproar. "You see! Our hyperjumps just had
to go wrong sometime! I don't want to look when the bow screen warms up."
Reginald Bell was not the only one experiencing fear. A sound, no matter how
familiar, loses its insignificance when it occurs simultaneously with the
return from hyperspace. In spite of all the safeguards provided by the highly
developed Arkonide technology, humans instinctively remained suspicious. By
now Rhodan, who had experienced the shortest moment of anxiety, was grinning.
"The screen is warm, gentlemen. I don't know why you are getting so
excited." The instrument panels in Command Central had long since sprung to
life. The familiar constellation of the Sol System was glistening on the
screen. Search beams and radar were automatically extended. Complicated
antennas were picking up all recognizable impressions from the electromagnetic
spectrum and relaying them in comprehensible symbols onto the central
observation panel before the eyes of the chief pilot. There could be no more
doubt: the transition had gone smoothly. They were home again. Still Rhodan's
grin only lasted a few seconds. The noise had been caused by the overly
powerful hypercom system of the ship. Within moments it had absorbed a lengthy
message with its electronically controlled impulses, each one-tenth second
long. The synchronized automatic decoder saw to it that Perry Rhodan had the
text within a few moments. Cruiser Terra to Stardust! Cruiser Terra to
Stardust! According to investigations by the Tifflor team the enemy agents
being sought on Earth are Arkonide robots. There is reason to suspect that the
robots are owned and operated by the New Power. Inquiries lead to the
conclusion that specialized Traders have surreptitiously reached the Earth and
were able to program the robots for their purposes. Acute danger for
Earth!-Cruiser Terra to Stardust-Cruiser Terra to Stardust! The tape replay
stopped with a click. For seconds deathly silence reigned in the spacious
Command Central of the giant vessel measuring 800 meters in diameter. "So it
did make sense to send Cadet Tifflor on this secret mission," Rhodan stated.
The message seemed to satisfy him, since it confirmed his plans, rather than