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given circumstances the chances of our assault succeeding are more than 90%? Does it really matter
what the actual motivation was?"

Atlan shrugged. "I think it does matter. Plans someone devises while in a state of excitement generally
have an error somewhere. And naturally the existence of an error does not depend on whether you see it
or not."

"The positronicon would have discovered it," said Rhodan. He felt oddly disturbed that Atlan did not
fully concur with his plans. There had been almost no differences of opinion between them since they
began to work together. This was their first major disagreement. Rhodan briefly reviewed in his mind all
the reasons that had led him to the conclusion that now was a favourable moment for the attack on
Arkon. He could find no errors and since the positronicon had not found any either, he decided that
Atlan was simply a pessimist. The fact that Arkon was his home, even though under the regency of a
powerful robot, might have had something to do with it. When oneтАЩs homeland is involved, sentiment is
always a considerable factor, but the Terran Fleet naturally was not troubled by any such sentiment.

Perry Rhodan glanced at the chronometer.

It was now 1133 hours.



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The ships could not be seen on the panoramic vidscreens but on the luminous dark green surface of the
radarscope they showed up as radiant points in a fine-meshed, symmetrical net.

Gen. Deringhouse looked at the image reflectively, almost in awe. Thousands of ships had assembled
here, ready to teach the Robot Regent some respect for its Terran тАШallyтАЩ.

A gigantic fleetтАФby Earthly standards. The more Deringhouse looked at the image, the more he felt he
could sense physically the immensity of the power contained within the ships. He already knew how
much power was there, of course, and was well aware that if used irresponsibly, the total energy
commanded by the entire fleet would be enough to shatter and utterly destroy an entire solar system.

Well, at its heart, even the Arkonide realm was only a solar system. Ringed by a series of strong
fortresses, true, but still only a single system. The difficulty was, he thought, penetrating the system as
deeply and as quickly as possible. If they succeeded in that, then the Regent had lost the war before it
had even begun.

The strike will succeed, Deringhouse thought. WeтАЩll be on top of Arkon while the Robot Brain is still
occupied by the Druuf problem. And thereafter the situation in the Galaxy will be different. We will be
able to move around freely and we wonтАЩt have to depend on elaborate ruses to keep the location of the
Earth and our important bases a secret.
 We should have done this a long time ago, he decided as his musing continued. We know that from a
technical standpoint the Regent has not advanced any in the last 70 years. We are superior to the Regent
in quality, and so that quantity alone does not decide the issue, we must be able to bargain from a
position of strength.