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Confirmation in Terrania was given by Col. Freyt personally.
"Thank God that you are coming, chief! A lot has happened while you were away."
"Don't get me worried, Colonel," Rhodan answered jokingly to confuse any
possible enemy interceptors. "I'm not exactly bringing favourable news back
either. But I do hope that you have at least dug up those unknown agents by now."
"I claim the right, sir," Col. Freyt answered in a reserved manner, "not to be
smarter than you and your mutant corps. We have prepared an exhaustive report
about our campaign and I shall take the liberty of handing you our conclusions
upon your arrival."
"Don't make things so suspenseful, Freyt! What does it all amount to?"
"That there are no enemy agents."
"Thanks a lot, Colonel! You can just keep surprises like that to yourself. People
returning home should really only be told pleasant news. I think you still may learn
that in the next 10 years
* * * *
Stardust emerged in the opened energy dome of Central Terrania. Several vehicles
were awaiting the officers at Landing Field A to take them to their quarters. The
other crew members were transported in some robot buses. Only 10 maintenance
men remained behind, who immediately contacted the service robots to arrange for
a thorough cleaning and overhaul of the gigantic spacecraft.
Rhodan himself drove straight to Freyt's office, accompanied by Reginald Bell.
Contrary to custom, the Colonel had not appeared at the reception of Rhodan and
there was nothing ceremonious about his greeting as Rhodan and Bell entered his
office. Freyt made a dejected impression. He stood up behind his desk and said
somewhat wearily: "Please have a seat, gentlemen."
He hesitantly sat down and heaved a sigh of relief. The sigh seemed to mean that
from that moment on he had returned the responsibility for the New Power to the
hands of Rhodan; still he did not seem relieved.
"It's the same old story, sir, only that the enemy is getting bolder by the day."
"You told me there were no enemy agents, colonel."
"According to our investigations, there aren't. But they are all the more present
when you read the newspapers, Mr. Rhodan."
"OK! Tell me about it, Freyt. Forget our conversation! We are alone and can speak
openly."
"I doubt that we are alone, sir."
"Now don't be neurotic, colonel! I've yet to know you to suffer from
hallucinations, so don't start now."
"I mean it just like I told you, sir. It is definite that the agents exist but no living
being on Earth can be identified as one of them. You yourself saw the failure of the
Mutant Corps."
"Don't remind me of my failures. We know more today. Cadet Tifflor has found
out that the mysterious agents are our own robots-or at least some of them are.
Col. Freyt stared at his boss. "Our robots," he stammered. "That is."
".neither impossible nor unbelievable, Freyt. It is the only explanation and Tifflor
is quite positive. He did not simply put two and two together, he listened in on our
enemies. And the explanation is plausible. Everyone knows, for example, how
difficult it is for our telepaths to read the thoughts of robots. The process of
thinking occurs within a different frequency range than that of natural people.
Furthermore, artificial cell reactions are substantially more primitive and crude
than in our brains. So you may rest assured that my explanation is reliable."