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"ThatтАЩs a matter of opinion," Rhodan murmured. "IтАж what is it?"

John Marshall, telepath and Chief of the Mutant Corps on board theGanymede listened with closed
eyes to impulses which only he and other mutants could understand. "Thora is coming back," he said in a
muted voice. "SheтАЩs in a state of great excitementтАж no, sheтАЩs deeply disheartened."

Marshall opened his eyes and noticed RhodanтАЩs intense look. "I couldтАЩve predicted as much," the
Commander said tersely. "OK, weтАЩre left to our own devices again. Khrest!"

The Arkonide standing in the background of the Command Centre was awakened from his lethargic
attitude. His white hair fluoresced in the light of the observation screens which still depicted the frightful
march of the triclops people. The Naats were running part of the way on all fours and became erect only
when they got closer to the open air hatches of the spaceships, where they began to parade in their
swaying gait.

Khrest, the Arkonide scientist and member of the Zoltral dynasty that had ruled in earlier days, betrayed
his mood only by his impassive, vacant look. "This is the end," he said tonelessly. "When a machine takes
over the rule it means the ruin of real life as we knew it. My family has been dismissed from all offices six
years ago. Orcast XXI of the Orcast family has been installed as the new Imperator by the robot brain.
Of course he exists only as a figurehead which is probably also true for the 128 members of the Galactic
Council. DonтАЩt delude yourself, my friend! WeтАЩll be lucky if they let us fly back again."

Rhodan smiled grimly and gritted his teeth. "Khrest, weтАЩve never expected to take over or to save the
Empire merely by putting in an appearance. We donтАЩt think weтАЩre that great or important."



"The human race is greater and stronger than most people know," replied Khrest. "YouтАЩre like my
ancestors were 10,000 years ago. YouтАЩve got that terrific urge to plunge forward with bold leaps. IтАЩm
afraid the robot will correctly analyse the situation and put considerable obstacles in your path. DonтАЩt try
to reach Arkon! Here comes Thora."

Rhodan looked at the videoscreen. An official vehicle of the Arkonide Administrator of Naat
approached at high speed without the slightest regard for the safety of the native masses marching on the
wide terrain.

Rhodan silently motioned to Bell, who went down the antigravitor to open an air hatch for the Arkonide
woman.

They watched on the video as Thora stepped into one of the huge rear fins of theGanymede . Ten
minutes later she emerged in the Command Centre, greatly disturbed and near a nervous breakdown.

Her slim face was reddened. She wore once more the becoming uniform of an Arkonide battleship
commander. On her left shoulder patch she displayed the symbols of Zoltral dynasty, before which all
people would have bowed six years before. But today nobody turned a head.

Breathing heavily, Thora sank into an armchair. She finally opened her eyes when she felt RhodanтАЩs hand
on her arm.
 "Alright, letтАЩs not talk about it," Rhodan said softly. "Try to forget it. I know youтАЩve been insulted and