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KhrestтАЩs reply was expressionless. "Nevertheless, try it."

"In other words," said Rhodan, "we go there so that the robot brain can retake theTitan that weтАЩve
struggled so hard to win? I still have my deal with that automated Regent butтАФ! You might say the
super-battleship we took from Arkon III belongs to us because weтАЩve finally done something to earn it.
But what do you suppose will happen if we venture smack dab into the centre of his sphere of power?
Can you vouch for the actions of a machine? Are you capable of making a studied prognosis? I believe
not!"

"DonтАЩt be bitter," answered Khrest. "TheTitan belongs to you. I have requested some statistics about
our current situation."

"Great! Probably how hard a man had to cough to generate a thrust ofтАФsayтАФone three-thousandth of a
gram?"

The assembled scientists exchanged silent glances. The Chief was obviously at the end of his nerves.

Suddenly Rhodan became quite calm. "So what will you do now?" he asked.

Kaerner breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "We will start intravenous feeding immediately and through
a series of injections weтАЩll make sure the patients remain in deep sleep. This will block any acutely
dangerous developments. Meanwhile we will do all in our power to identify the symptoms more closely.
The chemical and biological analyses are proceeding. We are seeking to determine whether we are
dealing with a normal toxicant or a poisonous metabolic product of unknown bacteria. When we know
that, we may proceed more intelligently. Above all, however, we should be thankful that weтАЩve gotten
them to sleep."

Rhodan only nodded, because at this stage nothing else could be said. He looked once more into the
mess hall. The crew and the robots were busy setting up the emergency beds.

"Sir!" rasped a voice on the loudspeaker. "Dr. Certch wishes to speak with you urgently!"

Rhodan looked up. The viewscreen revealed the thin, exhausted features of a young man. Only a few
months ago, Lt. Julian Tifflor would not have dreamed of belonging so soon to the administrative staff of
a super-battleship. In him, youthтАЩs innocence of eye had disappeared. The load of responsibility had
converted a 20 year-old shave-tail into a reliable and duty-conscious officer.

"Certch?" inquired Rhodan distractedly.

"Our new robot psychologist, sir," said Tiff. "More specifically, it has to do with mathematical logistics."

"Ah! IтАЩll be right up. Tell him to wait in Command Central."

The medical scientists had disappeared. With a sense of having been abandoned, Rhodan took one last
look at his unconscious companions in the mess hall. There was probably no better way, he thought, to
protect them from harm.
 Wearily, he went to the nearest antigrav lift. When he left the mess, he felt suddenly alone. In this giant
spaceship, 800 men were hardly noticeable. In this mile-wide sphere with its countless rooms, they could
very easily get lost.