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directed at his inquiring friend. It stemmed from the feeling that he was facing chaos and was unable to
discover a means or possibility to avoid this peril.

Stocky Reginald Bell stood up. "OK, then IтАЩll stop doing one thing and do the other. If I understand you
correctly, you expect team 065 to deliver substantial material soon."

"Very soon," Rhodan replied.

BellтАЩs face contorted with a grimace. "They will love it!" he predicted. "Making Druuf linear
hyper-propulsion technology, aided by Arkonide super mathematics, comprehensible to us poor
TerraniansтАж andvery soon at that!"

Rhodan stared at him in astonishment. "We still donтАЩt have the propulsion, Reggie. Could you have
possibly forgotten that?"

The red-haired man laughed dryly. "Not a bit. I was just momentarily unfaithful to myself and wanted to
forget my right thumb tip. IsnтАЩt the date of today the 1st of July, 2044? Well, we survived the first half of
this cursed year by the skin of our teeth; perhaps we shall survive the restтАж with or without linear
hyper-propulsion. But on the qt., I did hope that our team could get on its track."

"ReggieтАж" Rhodan shook his head, almost reproachfully. "Ever since you cut your thumb on that
unbreakable glass last New YearтАЩs you have been pessimism personified. But now you expect a miracle
when there is nothing to hope for?"

Bell regarded Rhodan with an innocent expression. "Perry, isnтАЩt that some kind of reverse pessimism?"
he asked in turn, already grasping the doorknob and hastily leaving the room.

"IncorrigibleтАж" Rhodan said aloud to himself and grinned. For it was Bell who, time and time again in
his inimitable fashion, provided a better mood at moments of depression. That in reality Bell was also
loaded with problems no one knew better than Rhodan.

Meanwhile Bell had seen to it that the data on the Rusuma System was brought to the boss. He took the
glider to Research Tract 18.

In section 065-propulsion he encountered something he called amixed double , although this double
consisted of almost 30 specialists, partly theoreticians and partly technicians.

No one took notice of his arrival, a custom which had become habitual throughout Terrania. Bell
scanned the team, divided into several groups. His interest was caught by a young Indian who was
employing his arms and legs to aid his speech.

"Bradley who is that?" Bell asked the professor in charge of 065-propulsion.

"OhтАж Rabintorge, a new man. I canтАЩt cope with him. That Hindu is literally made up of contradictions!"
Prof. Bradley declared, obviously irritated.

Bell loved anything that was contradictory. He thanked the professor for the information and
unobtrusively approached the group where Rabintorge, gesticulating wildly, was attempting to convince
the others of his opinion.
The argument put forth by one of his colleagues: "Where could you have gained all that knowledge? You