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Perry Rhodan 103 The Plasma Monster by Kurt Mahr PROLOG HUMANITY stands on
the threshold of a New Era! Since the death of Khrest, 57 years have
passed-it is now 2102 A.D. and much has happened in the meantime. With the
support of Earthmen, Atlan has succeeded in consolidating his position as
Imperator. The treaty between Arkon and the Solar Empire has borne
fruit-especially for the Terrans, many of whom have already taken over
important positions on Arkon itself. Atlan has to tolerate this because he
cannot depend on most of the members of his own race. The Solar Empire has
become a major commercial power along the rim of the Milky Way. For the past
22 years a virtual stream of emigrants has been flowing out to suitable
colonial worlds. Also on many of the planets inhabited by other intelligences,
Terran embassies have been established as well as far-flung trading
settlements. In spite of all this, however, the situation is tense. An
ominous discovery has been made: there is a super power in the galaxy which is
friendly neither to Arkonides nor to Terrans! These are the Akons of the
so-called Blue System. This terrible race will unleash the most incredible and
frightening creation humanity has ever seen... the horrible PLASMA
MONSTER! 1/ INTERSTELLAR ALERT "THIS MAN I would like to meet," said Perry
Rhodan. He folded his copy of Europa News, then pointed out the byline of the
leading article. "Walt Ballin..." He muttered the name half aloud to himself
while sitting at his desk and gazing out through the windows at his view of
Terrania. Today a rare note had been struck by the daily information that his
Press advisers had selected from the virtual ocean of news sources within the
Imperium. Although he was neither friend nor foe of the Press, he had just
expressed the wish to actually meet a journalist. Rhodan appeared to ignore
the questioning stare of Allan D. Mercant, Chief of Solar Intelligence.
Instead, the First Administrator of the Solar Imperium continued to look out
the window across the expanse of rooftops comprising Terrania, even beyond the
great city to the park-like countryside that had once been the Gobi
Desert. "You know, it's a matter of both duty and courage, I'd say, to
address ourselves to this question of whether or not our overall policy is
basically a destructive one, Mercant. Usually it's not very practical to even
bother to read the kind of aggressive outpourings that Walt Ballin is capable
of, but in this case he's brought up some considerations that we should also
be concerned with. I'm especially interested in his assertion that we may have
neglected to prepare the man in the street for thinking in terms of a galactic
perspective. Mercant, don't you think this Walt Ballin has a point?" The
Intelligence Chief's lean face had not moved a muscle as he continued to fix
his gaze on Rhodan. "It's quite easy to be a critic, sir," he contradicted
calmly. "We can't accelerate man's development any more than we have already.
Our duty is to direct ourselves to the average level of intelligence. If we
were to attempt a thorough explanation in detail of what's cooking out there
in the galaxy, if we tried to point out the dangers that are the most acute
for the Solar Imperium-or if we told them that we've just discovered a race at
the core of the galaxy which is far superior to the Arkonides in every sense
of the word-it would not only serve to throw the majority of the population
into confusion but might also start a wave of panic uprisings." "But I think,
my friend, that it would be better to face such potential upheavals now rather
than to have them shoved upon us at precisely the wrong time. However much I'd
like to follow your advice, Mercant, at present I think it's best to give Walt