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"The combat robots are just a lark for us, Ivanovich declared.
"You must be exceedingly careful, Goratschin," the teleporter warned. "It will be
no service to us if you fall in the first encounter. You have more to lose than
anyone else, namely two heads!"
"We are strong," Ivan declared.
"The strong man gains his full power when he acts intelligently," Kakuta
philosophized. "Are your ready now? Then please come with me! I'll take you to
Rhodan."
The apartment was on the first floor. It didn't pay to use the elevator. The street
was swarming with people.
"There are more than we imagined from the window," Ivanovich said in
astonishment. "They are all running in the same direction. Is it an attack?"
Beads of perspiration appeared on Kakuta's face. "They're fleeing!" he explained,
less friendly than before. "The front is on the other side. We have to go left at the
corner, cross the street and take a detour through block J-G 7. The section to our
right is no longer safe.
Beyond the central department store we may come across a vacant car."
"Why don't we take a robot taxi?"
"Because the robots are rebelling. Now come on, out into the thick of it."
Just as Kakuta gave the command to go, he grabbed the twin-head and held him
back. It was a reflex action.
All at once the house began to quake in all its joints. The walls seemed to come
alive. A crack the width of a finger crunched as it formed in the ceiling, wandering
down to the floor within seconds. The plaster was crumbling and raining down on
their heads.
They stood in the entry to the house, petrified.
Kakuta counted aloud to 5, then it seemed to have passed. The building was still
standing. Outside on the street, however, all hell had broken loose. Fragments that
must have broken off the roof and the upper storeys fell into the milling crowds,
killing men, women and children. The wave of fleeing people pushed them over.
Goratschin wanted to run to their aid. "Stay here!" Kakuta yelled. "That's what the
orderlies are for. If we don't concentrate on our own task now, all citizens of the
New Power are doomed and not just those few over there. Is there a back exit to
this building?"
"Yes. It leads to a private street for residents."
"Let's go, Goratschin! Maybe it is less crowded." Kakuta's hunch was more
correct than he had wished. The street had been completely swept clean.
They left the building. At that instant the door of the house opposite theirs opened
and a robot stepped out. Kakuta whipped out his hand raygun and fired,
simultaneously returning to the protection of the building by reflex teleportation.
Goratschin reacted less swiftly. His view had been blocked but as he realized the
menace and the flight of his ally, he felt panicky.
For seconds he stood rooted to the street, without any shelter. He was awaiting the
death thrust. Fractions of time units. He was still alive.
Then Goratschin's will power concentrated on the robot, which had probably only
hesitated because it was baffled by the person with two heads. That hesitation was
its undoing. The mutant Goratschin needed only to think and the calcium content
of the robot went into a destructive chain reaction.
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"I don't understand what is taking Tako so long," Rhodan said. "He must be aware